CONCETTA LA PLACA

 

Bitter Reality

 

I was young

and I went to meet

to my life,

to my fate,

unaware of every little difficulty.

 

I carried

in my heart

a baggage

full of dreams and goals,

all to be done.

 

Time has passed,

while I rattled

here and there

to realize

at least one of these chimeras.

 

Today, I do the count,

of my every single sacrifice,

of every choice made,

of every decision omitted and

I evaluate the life lived and

the one shattered

into a thousand pieces.

 

I close my eyes

and tears fall

down', irrepressible.

There is bitterness

of failure.

 

I look to the future, searching, still

a glimmer of ray of light.

I will never stop hoping

even if around me,

now, it's still dark

 

The Melancholic Season

 

The season has arrived

melancholy, anxiety

and those night rains

that echo,

with the ticking of the drops,

inside the soul,

creating a sensation

of free fall and sadness

to distant worlds.

I see myself little girl,

still innocent,

at the time, confident

of the meaning of life.

I return to my thoughts from then

illuminated only by continuous light

of hope.

To my adolescence

that made me strong,

courageous tenacious and stubborn,

like a warrior of the future,

Then, as an adult,

I was bitten

from the very existence,

which he left

inside me

deep scars…

Now that I'm old

I cultivate heartbreaking sadness,

solitude filled with a strange lack that I fill, every day,

only with my great faith,

Oh my God!

 

The First Meeting.

 

And it comes to my mind,

often, that distant day,

of a sunny August

of my adolescence,

when, still fifteen,

I crossed paths,

for the first time,

your gaze in mine.

It was mutual love,

at first sight.

And, as then,

Also today,

I remember

that moment

fleeing,

that always shocks me

so much inside

and renew

that unusual

it's unique

feeling.

On warm evenings,

on the magical notes of the tango

you wrapped yourself around my hips,

while I felt

my upset

and your enchanted emotion,

like a strong shock to the heart.

Since then, a lot of water has flown under the bridge

and, every now and then,

it still occurs to me

your faded face

and our first kiss

with which I seem'

to be in heaven.

 

CONCETTA LA PLACA

 

CONCETTA LA PLACA: The author, Concetta la Placa, was born in Caltanissetta in Sicily on 07/30/1960 and lives in Rome. From an early age she has always shown that she has a creative nature. She holds a degree in administration and management of social policies. She loves literature and poetry in general. She is passionate about reading and creative writing. In December 2020 her first collection of poems was published, entitled "Cosmic Love and Emotions in the Wind". It is a collection of 55 poems, all linked by a single common thread: Cosmic Love, which is love for the little things that surround us in this immensity and love for simplicity, enriched only by pure emotions and true feelings. The author has published several poems in numerous national and international anthologies of various authors and various contests to which she has contributed with her participation. The list of publications would be a bit long and is therefore omitted.