Pilgrimage
I could become
rooted in this spot
forever gazing
at the dancing sky
it's infinite
ecstasies of clouds
the rhythm of
sun and shadows
under its blue
silent pavilion
waiting for the
golden swirl of twilight
the mosaic
horizons of colours
the darkening
shadows on rooftops
Swallows
emerging, foraging in flight
rippling in the
irradiations of heat
ascending into
their kingdom
leaving me in my
autumnal delight
The Scent Of Lemons
The Taste Of Wine
the island
mythologized
over years
fantasized in
travelogues
calls the
children
of the Diaspora
back
they search
for a paradise
of lost
Mezzogiorno’s
described by
antecedents
of lemon groves
and
mountain
vineyards
long ago
abandoned
they speak
of villages and ancestors
(mispronounced)
like a mantra
they are no
longer indigenous
only tourists
seeking identity
through lost
familial names
sounding
Sicilian
but with souls
too long
anglicized
to be accepted
too long
assimilated
to belong
Syndrome
I have at times
been one
possessed of
fire and darkness
in the black
hours courting evil
in sight of the
silent sacred houses
and the fearsome
moonlit woods
mumbling words
only I understood
made signs of
earth and stone
survived the
madness and returned
ashamed at times
and wanting blood
I have been both
within and out the circle
and have kissed
the serpent’s tongue
JOSEPH A FARINA
JOSEPH A FARINA is a retired lawyer
in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. An award winning, push cart nominee,
internationally published poet, his works published in many poetry magazines
notably Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, The Windsor Review, and appears in the
anthologies Sweet Lemons: Writings with
a Sicilian Accent, Canadian Italians at Table, Witness and Tamaracks: Canadian
Poetry for the 21st Century. He has had two books of poetry published— The
Cancer Chronicles and The Ghosts of Water Street and an E-book
Sunsets in Black and White. And his latest book, The beach, the street and
everything in between.
Great examples of your work!!!
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