CONCETTA LA PLACA

 

My Golden Age

 

It always brings back the most tender and beautiful memories to me

the memory of my childhood,

golden age,

 of carefreeness

and the magic of dreams

with open eyes.

How many emotions

tied, like precious pearls,

one to the other, from the thread of that tender age, in which amazement dwelt in my innocent gaze, which softened even the hardest heart.

Now, in the silence of those empty courtyards, distant echoes of joyful voices and childish songs,

they rise in those now abandoned spaces, where they flourish

in solitude, between the hot and sunny walls, only red poppies.

The memory becomes more and more vivid and my image of a child,

with a sweet smile, reclaims those places of the past,

while a tear of poignant emotion

rolls down my cheek.

Today, there is no trace of similarity from that period.

They were times of healthy health, of pure love.

Equality and equal opportunities still prevailed over resentment, selfishness and perfidy.

 

Childhood Memories

 

Childhood experiences

forever lost.

It only remains,

to shine in time,

a single track

of sparkling memories...

Illuminating comet of my faded memories!

 

The Road Of Childhood

 

The street of childhood

and your old home back then,

you carry it in your heart,

like an old woman

and precious map,

kept in the chest of your heart

It's a unique direction,

that will take you

always there,

where they get wedged

the emotions,

the feelings

purer

and memories

melancholy

and poignant

of childhood

THE WAY HOME

it is and always will be

the house of the heart.

 

Childhood Betrayed

 

A scream of deep pain

rises in these hours

in the universe...

 

A scream to ask help

suffocated by indifference

and from sloth

of powerful rulers.

 

They are the ones who,

for empty honor,

they wore

only the clothes of warmongers.

 

They, appear like a indifferent men

before the weeping gaze

and desperate for a little girl

whose country is at war.

 

She cries. She knows

she has been abandoned by everyone,

 to the cruel history

of her tortured people.

 

She knows that a cruel fate,

 will soon deliver all the other women

in the hands of the ruthless militiamen.

 

They are cruel men,

ruthless fighters

who do not know the mercy of God.

 

Her sad eyes reveal

that, soon, women will be hurt

in their dignity as persons,

 

Yes, Their free will

 will be

 overwhelmed, as females,

soon

 

And, like a child,

She has already been deprived innocence

childhood, then ever

no one will give her back.

 

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.