She
She chases
rainbows
in the cornfield
among the red
poppies
Her golden hair
confuse with
ears of corn
yellow like the
sun
Clear is the sky
and
the nightingales
sing
among the
branches
of the apple
tree
Slow beats
the heart of the
universe
and I smile
The Ink
I made the ink
drop
from my desk
one day
and the teacher
hard hit
with a wand my
hand
she could teach
me instead
how to lift the
bottle
and place it in
the right place
Wounded and
peeved
I didn't shed a tear
and in silence I
stayed
until the sound
of the school bell
Back home
I told my mom
that one day
I would have
been a teacher but
fair and good
No Time For Dreams
My life was
taken away
not because of
bombings
as for the
children in Gaza
Iraq or Syria
I lived in a
peaceful land
where sun shines
from morning
till night
but thrown off a
balcony
after games
never played before
I liked playing
with my dolls
and friends down
in the courtyard
but met his
devilish eyes
his hands big
and strong
Now they call
him the child molester
and keep seeking
him anywhere
only I know that
man is there
still a friend
with Mom and Dad
Out in the
mornings
anew he goes on
receiving
greetings
and smiling at
children
I cry out loud
his name
from here
no one down
there
can hear
A child of six,
I was
that had no time
for dreams
MARIA A MIRAGLIA
Dr MARIA A MIRAGLIA is an Italian
educationist, bilingual poet, translator, essayist, and ministerial lecturer
for English language teachers. For a long time, she has been an active member
of Amnesty International and several other peace organizations. The author is
the Literary Director of the P. Neruda Association and a member of several
international editorial boards. She has received a lot of international awards.
Last year, she was elected a member of the European Academy of Science and Arts
- Salzburg. Her latest work is Colourful Butterflies, also edited in her native
language.
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