Now

Pic by Catherine Arcolio

Catherine each days shares a new page on her blog, always with a photo and a related short poem.

When I read this work, I absolutely had to ask her permission to use and rewrite her words in a stuff on mine. This one.

Thank you, Catherine: go on to show beautiful photos and intense words.

Near the bank of a river,
in the forest of peace,
waters flow toward there
from before to beyond

Near my mind’s riverside,
when I feel peace and griefs,
life flows there, to the unknown
from before to beyond

Life is thus: riverside
where soul goes far and soon.
Each past is dead by now
and the future is none

To live, only the now
has substances to spend.
There we have still to be:
that’s the flow’s centre: truth

 October, 12nd 2023

 

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

After all

A beautiful photo by Anibrm Joung. Tank you Anibrm!

A long queue of poles enters the sea
as the wish to run toward the sky
where two landscapes quite different meet
each the other, where perhaps there’s true

Where do they go forward? To the sea?
They can not reach the line so far, there
the horizon is still farther, none
of those poles can go there to see God

I’m a beach, sandy place under waves
that come here then along always go.
My life swings like those cold and blue waves
my thoughts like those poles want to go there

All the lives are a wave: stop and go
start again, up and down, then be back.
After all, yet a gap then that line
which confuses my mind like my end

SL, Blue Curacao, January, 21st 2017

 

Italian version

The horizon

 photo by JB 2016
 
 
 
The sky maybe builds link with the heavy
Earth
     while down far it falls over there, farther 
starting to link itself to the water
painting colours without any violence

A seagull screams both silly and foolish
paradigms with no sense or momentum
So desire becomes poor vain ambition:
everything is a fluid and fail supports


April, 30th 2016

Italian version

Swallowtail

JB, 2016

 

Swallowtail waked up by the sun
flies so beautiful, yellow, today.
Buxus draws arabesque in a landscape
full of old time and ancient bright beauty

We are builders of so perfect forms
yet the mind falls unstable: we miss
the peace that just can give the skyline
when we know both the road and its sense

 

March, 22nd 2016

 

Italian version