Thorns again

JB

 

Thorns again dress in white
in the evening, spreading sweetness
and life’s hope from nectar glands.
Winter stasis is over

Thorns dress sadness and white
in this evening of a dying world.
Life is smoke now, without
barycenter in which there’s hope

Thorns are naked and white
in the evening, wasting sweetness
given to dark that is coming soon.
I’m like question in a desert land

 

March, 14th 2019

 

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I no more know the stars

Pleiades (the Seven Sisters): picture found here

 

I no more know the Orion stars nor
lights of Tauros nor the Seven Sisters
that kidnapped my soul there, up, higher
while a deep shiver shook my young body
 

Sometimes they were so fearful, like giants
showing eternal and distant beauty
made red passion or colder blue light
the same colour of frozen hearts, ice
 

Then someone told me stars history
and how, there, heavy substance was born
to build us and to bind us to Earth,
as poor things yet astonished consciences
 

Now I walk and my eyes watch at tarmac
where I go, at the stench of the ugly
things we do and I do, without I
could jump like can do innocent child
 

All is done by the One who governs
it toward our rescue, that I shift,
treason of both the science and love.
Thus I substitute life while I sleep

 

January, 30th 2019

 

 

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Twilight

JB, that evening

 

I look at you so far from this loggia
while lights and colours turn on from windows
beyond the well of night that’s that lake.
A nightfall grips by fear now my world

You are there, in your houses, as usual
common business, and duties and laughs;
someone now prepares dinner or goes back
from his work and he’s welcome again

Yet now there are so powerful shadows
spread all over the world to bring terror
dark like black breath of worse ancient demons.
Make me one of your servants, God, Lord

January, 28th 2019

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It’s so light

Photo by JB, there, that night

 

It’s so light air on ice
where we move sudden, heavy,
as dark bodies. White is everywhere.
For two days I’ve no worries with me
 

Frost now creaks under us: every weight
becomes noise without answer
and this shadow that Moon draws grey down
is surprise on the virgin snow ground
 

Really priceless is silence or panting
taking my breath away in the cold.
All my world tonight is black and white
and discloses new mountains, new stars

 

Bernina Pass, February, 16th 2019

 

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and I’m back

Gustav Klimt, The tree of life; at the right end: The embrace (pic found here)

I cling on to your body this night
when I grasp your chest and you entirely
and I take you and you take me and
spasm of life runs across all my flesh
 

I am frequently far in my dreams
lost in evil screams scattered there
in a desert, my acts can’t be true
and they have so no substance, no beauty
 

I cling strongly to you and this night
becomes lighter and dissipates shadows
that freeze deeply heart and my mind.
You feel me and you see me and I’m back

 

November, 4th 2018

 

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A wren tries

I took this photo on February, 9th 2018

 

Days already get shorter and evening
runs to win leading us towards nights
with their sad load of dark feelings and
filled with boredom and mood of gloom
 

A wren tries timidly to throw colours
using his minute song while clouds now
dripping inhibit impulses to
any full turgor of summer life
 

I dream of dead who are now so many,
I confuse them with the living ones.
After which I see you in twilight
and your tender light breath calms me again

October, 29th 2018

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Spectres of bones

Photo by JB, 2018

 

There are standing in silence tonight
spectres of bones blackened by shadow
that returns regardless of the scream
of those who long for light and for blue
 

Your stars up there are piercing the nothing
where’s a gash into clouds that connects
mountain’s rock and sky showing a path.
I sit out of the world on the stones

 

Refuge Alimonta,
August, 8th 2018

 

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