Inquietude
She arrives
comes in
slams the door furiously
and throws the keys away
to keep her far
I beseech aid to Reason
that smiles at me
like a mom does
when a baby poses a weird question
so I turn to Patience
that straightaway tells me
wait wait
but she's been there a long time I say
even when I feel like sleeping
as an owl she begins to hoot and
in the morning when silently
I open the door to leave her inside
she follows me like a shadow
but what can I do to get rid of her
wait and hope
don't you see how long and white my hair is
ask your Sub-conscious
she then softly whispers to me
after a long walk
I meet this myself
hidden and unknown and I also ask him
to free me of the enemy
that with bravado and arrogance
stays in my mind
occupies my thoughts
with a lit torch
the Unconscious shows me infinite paths
dark and intertwined with each other
one life would not be enough
she tells me to enlighten them all
Then I go back
and the banality of everyday life
wraps me again like an airwave
hot and stuffy
while assails me the nostalgia for infinity
for the immense meadows
where free blow the winds
@ Maria Miraglia
Moon
The Celestial Body
How much made
the bright lady
people dream and
how many fall in love
making them hover
as majestic birds
Their hearts full
of tender feelings
dazzled by her white beams
disclosed in her light
the men's hearts
as roses in may
The lovers' eyes dampened
tell of their burning passions
their lips whisper promises
to keep preciously engraved
to listen to them, then
again and again
But
once faded the darkness
and dawn slowly rising
to spread the light
over the still-sleeping towns
you can soon realize
the moon nothing else than
a celestial body in the void space
Dark its surface
its mantle a crust
its inner core of solid iron
there from billion years
surrounded by flickering maids
unsuspected deceiving men
from anywhere and of all Ages
@ Maria Miraglia
Life And Death
I crossed the time
among mists cold winters
and sun-drenched mornings
observed the blue skies
where stars smiled at each other
from afar
saw flocks of birds arrive
from distant lands
and go when leaves
began falling down
admired red sunsets
and pearly sunrises
quickly following each other
and get lost
in the night of the time
new lives have crowded
the streets of the world
like multicoloured flowers
blooming in spring
and many lose their vital energy
like glowing candles
oblivious to their consumption
in the very act of their burning
how many more seasons will come
of how many of them
will I still admire the colours
and smell the scent
until the Angel of Death comes
and snatches me from life
it's for a long time
his journey began
since my first cry
in the welcoming arms
of my mother
but
will his step be slow
or fast will he ride his black steed
@ Maria Miraglia
MARIA A MIRAGLIA
Dr MARIA A MIRAGLIA is an Italian
educationist, bilingual poet, translator, essayist, and ministerial lecturer.
She has long been an active member of Amnesty International and several other
peace organizations. She is the Literary Director of the P. Neruda Association
and a member of several international editorial boards. The poet has received
national and international recognition and awards and was elected a member of
the European Academy of Science and Arts of Salzburg. Her latest work, "
Echi nell'Aria", edited by CTL- Livorno.
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