Prayer
I prayed
blowing
in a harmonica
for it to be
music
in light
propagation.
Both a feather
that sails in
the air
and in the
trees, he rests.
Today my feet
they won’t touch
the ground.
I have a secret
dimension
where they await
sound, messages.
How high
the purity
of the clear
skies?
I don’t know
the dept of the
abyss
of nighttime
anguish
or where the
void ends
or how much you
weight every sight
every bad word.
Blinding solar
thrill
torpor of mist
confounds
getting lost in smoke
clouds.
Hammock, warm
belly
welcome me
calm my question
and calls for
sleep
virtue of the
mystery.
Letter To A Woman
Woman
blossomed like a
flower
by childish
dreams.
Spirit and work
wonderful.
Rich branch
of buds.
Song and music
are you words
gracefully
move on
in a daily
dance.
Have you tried
the many
forms of love
to find the
eternal
and you learned
to love you.
Mirrors you
in the stones
with many
facets.
Like a flower
you bend to the wind
and then lie
down
towards a ray of
sunshine.
Rest in the
moonlight
looking for
advice.
Give the soul
with poetry
and infinitely
love.
Promise
Dried fruits
hung by curved
branches
now, of leaves,
lost
lose weight
ben to the
ground
in collecting
the precious seed
nourishment of
virtue
to feed its
principles.
Widowed humanity
meager and sad
empty chest
awaits
awaken of gems.
Sigh while
waiting
new life
in renewing the
promise of respect.
If i twill be
grace
remember serious
defect
be grateful in
swearing
apologizing in
repentance.
But short is
memory
and labored over
time.
Elysium
hide in you
of life the
secret.
With our heavy
leave
leave it to you
mother
our children
new leaves and
new fruits.
BARBARA DI SACCO
BARBARA DI SACCO: Italian poet, born in
Tuscany in 1964. Barbara composes verses inspired by simple things, by nature,
deep feelings and her own impressions. Respecting the environment and human
rights. She defines herself as a painter of poetry her pen is a brush that
colors beauty and freedom.
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