FRANCA COLOZZO

 

 

I Do Not Wait

 

I am the quiet shadow

drinking the evening

from an empty cup.

 

In utter solitude,

the soul gathers

its last stars

and conceals them

where no disappointment

can ever reach them again.

 

And It Is Silence

 

The voices came

like the sea against distant rocks,

leaving salt

upon the hands of evening.

 

I built houses of light,

fragile before the wind,

with years scattered

into the grain of time.

 

Now silence

is the only bread.

I break its shadow

within the deserted room.

I ask for no returns.

 

The soul reposes

like a hidden pool

among summer stones.

 

And no one knows

how deep

this solitude is

that saves.

 

Not Mere Poetry

 

Not mere poetry is this that I proclaim,

But witness wrested from the crags of Time,

Gathered upon the flinty road of mortal days,

Where leaves, like fallen hopes, are driven

By the barren winds of weariness.

 

These are the days when comfort is no more,

When the blood of infants cries unto the heavens,

And every dawn unfolds its mournful scroll,

Bearing the black liturgy of humankind's undoing.

 

Veiled in the tattered vestments of the mist,

The sun ascends with silent countenance.

The titmouse utters not its morning hymn;

The swallows flee the violated sky,

Tracing with unseen wings the paths of sorrow,

Where abandonment hangs suspended

Like a prophecy yet unfulfilled.

 

Then does my heart retreat into the hidden vale

Where the hawthorn dares its first white bloom,

A frail annunciation against the reign of frost.

For every nest lies veiled from human sight,

Since man, enthroned upon his madness,

Has levelled field and forest alike,

Exalting cement above the living earth,

Law without mercy, pardon without justice,

The cold dominion of forgetfulness.

 

There rises now the ancient spectre,

Wearing a thousand modern names:

The fever that once darkened nations

Returns with an altered visage,

Yet bearing still the mark of Cain.

Thus every genocide is first conceived

Within the secret chambers of the soul,

Then crowned by the false order

That men dare call civilization.

 

This is no fleeting song,

Nor ornament woven for idle ears.

It is a refrain of the eternal wilderness,

Echoing through untamed heights,

Across the fearless summits

Where the spirit is tried by wind and silence.

 

There my breath dissolves into the Infinite;

There my soul, unshackled by the dust of earth,

Lifts its gaze beyond the passing kingdoms of men,

Awaiting the Day when Truth shall speak again,

And Justice, long exiled,

Shall descend clothed in light,

While every mountain and every valley

Bear witness to the everlasting Word.

 

FRANCA COLOZZO

 

Dr. Arch. FRANCA COLOZZO (ITALY): Member of  UIA - UNION OF INTERNATIONAL ARCHITECTS | former Teacher of Drawing and History of Art  also abroad, in Istanbul (TURKEY), on behalf of the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs (M.A.E.) | Poet | Artist | Writer | multilingual author| recipient of n°4 honorary  PhD  | highly internationally awarded | freelancer | UN SDGs & UN DESA Blogger | former Member  of UN ECOSOC  (CSW67) | GGAF (USA), Italian Chapter | WEF - Lifelong Honorary Member | Ambassador of Peace on behalf of several NGOs from Pakistan (former CEO of IHC- INTERNATIONAL HARMONY COUNCIL,  a sister of INSPAD (Islamabad - PAKISTAN);  from  INDIA (MERLE REBIRTH); Italy Chapter  on behalf of WIP – WORLD INSTITUTE for PEACE (NIGERIA), etc. |  Executive Director  for Sustainability & Climate Change and  contact person  for the Transparency Register of the European Commission and Parliament,  on behalf of GPLT - GLOBAL PEACE LET’S TALK (London, UK),  founded and chaired by Dr. Nikki De Pina  | Member of the INTERNATIONAL ACADEMY of  ETHICS, founded and presided over by Dr. Jernail S Anaand  (INDIA) | CEO/Executive Director of RRM3 - RINASCIMENTO RENAISSANCE - Millennium III, founded and presided over by Prof. George Onsy (Cairo, EGYPT) | Founder of many groups on social media|