Thursday, September 1, 2022



Porcelain Doll


You left

one evening in August

the rays of the moon

tinged with clear reflections

your long dark hair

while from afar

my gaze followed

your lithe and familiar gait

fluttered in the light puffs of the wind

your thin dress

You never looked back

your slow but sure pace

towards your tomorrow

and I already felt nostalgia

of your black eyes

pearls of distant and unknown seas

of our nights of love

full of vanished promises

in the sweet air

of a summer evening

Maybe I’ll wonder

over time

whether you ever really loved me

why you wanted to be with me

just for a short stretch of your life

to leave me indifferent

to my loneliness

Shall I ever understand your silences

Beautiful as a porcelain doll

far and cold in front of

the fire that burned me inside

that you wanted to stifle

without a word

turning your back

on the rise of new dawns together

and like a shadow fade away

Maria Miraglia


If Only


I could see the sky

littered with stars

mirrowing their flickering lights

on the vast expanse of the blue

in a stormy night

when angry winds tear off

the last leaves

from the chilly branches

hear in the silence

of gloomy nights

violins playing

if only I could see

still burn in your eyes

the passion of one time

barefoot walk along desolate moors

climb up mountains

if you were there

waiting for me

go along the paths of the world

like a crusader

in search of the holy grail

to win back that love

you gave me once

@ Maria Miraglia


That Love


Time goes by

day after day

different the colors of

the new dawns and the sunsets

changes the scent

of the seasons that

slowly follow each other

with monotony

while like a candle

your life is burning out


Lost at night

in the memories

of your youth age

still you feel the call

of that Love

since long in your breast

you keep tight

and in the silence

of your barely lighted room

clear flow in your mind

images of a life

never lived

Besets you melancholy

while timidly tears

stream down your face




MARIA MIRAGLIA: Educationist, poet, translator, peace activist, Maria A. Miraglia was born and lives in Italy. For a long time, an active member of Amnesty International, she herself founder and chairwoman of World Foundation for Peace. Member of Ican, of the International Observatory for Information and Human Rights. Founding member and literary director of the Italian cultural association P. Neruda, honorary member of Nationes Unidas de las Letras, advisory member of the editor board of Galaktika Poetike Autunis, member of the editorial board of Our poetry Archive, member of the editorial advisory board of Sahitya Anand. Presidente de la organization Mundial de los Trovatores, Italy and Deputy President – Coordination, at a child rights global organization, the United World Movement for Children (UWMC). She collaborates for poetry with numerous national and international newspapers and magazines. Her poems have been translated into several foreign languages and are collected in numberless anthologies all over the world.  Dr Maria Miraglia is often a welcome guest of international events for poetry. Beauty and profundity are the most important characteristic of Maria Miraglia’s works and although these elements are found in some of the exceptional works by modern writers, blending them together seems a challenge for many, where Maria is found to be successful applying them into her poems. Author of anthologies in Italian, English or both languages She is recipient of numerous national and international awards and recognition.

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