ELISA MASCIA.

ELISA MASCIA

THE DANCE OF FLOWERS

Petals of clear dancing flowers

anywhere in the air lifted,

sweetly they are perfumed

of aromas and resound sweet songs.

Ornament of young women

what a mixture of colors and scents

love to revive their costumes,

mystical and pious Madonnas

they express in sublime dance

with agile harmonious forms

of the huge body and soul

instill of inherent hope

transmitted by the movement

to those who know with empathy understand

and it does not remain to the exteriority of seeing,

placar of the senses for a moment.

Even spetalate flowers twirl

they arrive in the starry skies

for magical night meetings

reserved not for lovers but also for friends.

 RETURN

The useless waiting for a return

even if you left far,

in the dream I extend my hand,

I hear your presence around.

I understand then it's that journey

that a little anguish and then reassures

you passed the rainbow bridge

and no longer you return even in May

with spring and swallows,

red roses, colors and the sea,

perhaps I am there, of your strolling,

the footsteps where children now play.

Or, perhaps, you never left

and in time and space present

in the sun, of the rising dawn

of that love that you all nurtured

making you a gift and never an absence

of feelings for anyone true essence.

THE CASTLE OF DREAMS.

They built the children

on the shoreline a large castle

done with simplicity, is that

by the sea with grain

of sand between them well assembled

and precise follow the project

so that you will feel protected

even if they are just fantasized thoughts

that in the mind they wander

and living in those rooms,

with you, cancel the distances

with imagination they become reality.

And then live in those meanders

continue until a naughty wave

arrives to unhinge the dreams of a child,

the scent of oleanders is persistent

that fill that void

in the air and in time now only

rises, mixed with a sweet song,

smell of saltiness in the motionless centuries.

ELISA MASCIA.

ELISA MASCIA.: Born in Santa Croce of Magliano (Cb), she lives and works in San Giuliano di Puglia (Cb). She is a teacher, retired. From a very young age the predilection for a pencil in hand and also a camera for the still current passion to photograph events and the surrounding landscape. Writing, writing always and in every occasion a detail, a photo of a sunrise or a sunset, a painting or what is in nature and in the whole world arouses motive and inexhaustible source of inspiration She has participated in various national and international and world poetry competitions obtaining awards, certificates of participation and merit, honorable mentions. The book of unpublished poems "The grater of the moon" was published by L'inedito Letterario. Selected at the XXXIV edition of the Histonium Prize 2019 with the Silloge inspired by 10 paintings by the great artist and poet Erminio Girardo n. his teacher died on 12/27/1924 in Milan on 02-14-2019. In the Opainternational group, insert 5 poems in the Anthology 2019 Spirit of Nature. Diploma of recognition at the world event of the Rosa y Orquídeas MIXTICA Edition III.