Broken promise

JB 2020: Summer end in my holiday

Like a broken promise time fast goes
often into nonsense, nowhere, night.
Summertime now is like a far dream
a strange tale without concrete, as mist

Summer suddenly falls in past days
painted by dark grey skies and by rain
like a mad or ill artist could paint
without happy hopes about her life

Sadness suddenly comes in my mind
like this virus that enters the life.
Autumn comes so and full of died days.
Where is just gone mankind strong control?

Without a clear cut path we are like
little ants running casually around.
Our buildings and works have no sense:
I need Someone’s else truth to be alive

October, 5th-10th 2020

As in autumn

JB

 

As in autumn now rain turns to gray
this unhappy world without a sense
that it doesn’t see, find or too want
lost in vain nonsense or importances

Pure white plum tree is looking for space
among meaningless jumble of buds
shrunk in uncertain passage to green.
I keep watch around looking for peace

 

March, 3rd 2020

 

Italian version

Mist clouds lakes

This beautiful photo comes from Catherine’s blog

 

Mist clouds lakes and the neighbouring hills
of the High Brianza fade as grey figures
almost dissolved in distant landscapes
which include things and their background too

Indistinct horizon enters me
while more sun again warms my thin skin
and recalls me past summer just gone.
I’d so much like cleanness in the world

 

October, 9th 2019

 

Italian version

Black and lead

Pic found here: thank you.

 

Black and lead: it’s your flight, big grey heron
in the hoary substance of air
firm and tired in this new November
to which we are fast going. To the dead.

You were archangel when Leonardo
gave wings to the Annunciation that world
would be saved and redeemed by Christ.
Today I look at you, sadness weaving

 

October, 31st 2019

Italian version

Anyway

pic by JB: my 2017 Crib

 

Purple tears are the leaves
after the autumn’s gold in the wood.
I look at the frost coming down to
the world, that quickly runs to the solstice

 

The leaves drip to the ground like my days
in the gardens now soaked with winter.
I pray that Something want now return
in the Advent, when life can reborn

 

My crib is still awaiting a Child,
strange king who gives Himself to the people.
I’m the one who sleeps showing her back
the one You come to save

                                                 anyway

 

December 2017

 

Italian version

Pale light

Another beautiful pic from Leaf and twig

 

Pale light gives me the sun in this day
made by orange and red in the woods
and by yellow too, when each leaf knows
that soon will be down dead in the mud

I enjoy this pale light of the sun
when so gorgeous each leaf gives me fire
in the woods dressed themselves with light.
There will be soon new life from the mud

Eros, thanatos, much more each day
I can see watching at this strange world.
My faith must help me during a life
that I cannot see only as beasts do

 

October, 26th 2017

Italian version

Red blood

JB, 2017

 

Red blood of an exotic Woodbine
lights again at the gates of the winter
in the gardens and among the stubbles,
where it pierces thick veil made by mist
 

Vivid purple flares up so much violent,
as if be woman’s flesh grown up turgid
that screams looking for love satisfaction.
I see lips tremble, lying in the grass
 

Red and green: that’s the life resurrection,
and is filled with beauty at the dawn
till the evening when I come back home.
I’m in love and desire you tonight

 

October, 16th 2017

Italian version

Crabapples

This is a beautiful photo made by Catherine,
a lovely poet and a wondeful photographer: see her here

 

Now the summer
has gone
The sun paints
light crabapples
raging as well as violent
is the life

 

They are like orange pearls
in the dark of the night,
as your lips,
when they smile
into my night black thoughts

 

on the web, reading the blog Leaf and Twig,

 

October, 2nd 2017

 
Italian version

I am faded

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photo by J.B., 2016

Now I’m faded as autumn brown leaf
after blushing with her last day's fire
after green, sun, wind, sky, free life style
now I’m faded,

                I’m autumn.
    
              Enough

seeing mirrors, enough seeing masks.
After needing to run I need peace,
slow long love days in which to be nice.
That’s my prayer and that’s what I ask

November, 15th 2016

 

Thank to my friends Leda and Lemonodo for their suggestions!

Italian version

Pastel colours

This is an image by Seedbud

Pastel colours of lost universe
a soft wind draws, melancholy stream
on the peace of the water that runs anyway.
Where I’m going and where is my paint?

Yellow autumn swamps earth and landscapes
and my silly thoughts also and my eyes
Beeches make red the forest while I
am here waiting for green and new leaves

 

November, 7th 2014