Steadfast she looks to the sky
Sguarda di paura antica nelli suoi occhi
Steadfast she looks to the sky
Sguarda di paura antica nelli suoi occhi
She sat there blind and wailing –
helpless waiting for warmth from
dead wood cold brazier.
The paupers played among the ruins.
All had left her – no fire, no food
and they played…. indifferent in the rain muddied yard.
Sul il piu alto pinnacolo, sotto lo sguardo fisso
dell castello il suo vecchio braccio ci abbracia in protezione..
Siamo liberati di quella confusione li sotto.
Un millione di luce fiancheggono la spiaggia e
rabbrividono nella aria di notte fredda
Il suo respiro riscalda la mia faccia e suo coure il mio seno
The edges race to meet the wheels
the grass is left panting at their heels.
Trees and posts and fences too –
all are racing to meet their due.
Forks and curves tauten nerves,
Dips and bends make eyes to the road the gazes lend.
The dust pollute the nostrils, eyes tire and grow coarse as tonsils
too become hoarse.
Supple backs to bends tend and head grows weary with the trend.
Dust blinds – as trees laugh behind.
Fences bow, minds tire as gears deride the beauty of this ruggedness.
Blind eyes race for time in dark infinity of truth
her body out there – laughs at us and the coach on her belly,
shakes in fear.
Shadows haunt and fume to cover dunes.
Now horses trot and graze, stand aloof,astride.
While sun’s golden haze, melts their cold hides
and smelling life, they move
lean and brisk,vital and lank.
Parrots in two glide and climb, silent wings flap
above and behind.
Breasts of red – colour and blind.
Haze and mists of rose and blue. Oh God what beautiful hues !
Pale old gold silhouette.
Trees nipple the barrenness of smooth moulded breasts
hand imprints ridge the nakedness
impregnated shreds of cotton cloud and gold and pink imbibe.
Feline forms lie naked in the night
when doves to love forsook their flight.
This ! Ever so hideous rapes her flesh !
It routes and scars her, scours and mars ….
See the silent silhouetted flight
sweet and sacred is this night
whence love imbues and caresses thee
waves of ecstasy flow in fluent folds
through sensual shapes of fluid forms
Whence oneness is moulded – sameness is felt
pain in pleasure torn from one to other.
Vital venue entwined and exquisitely en-sphered
en-souled, en-slaved in sacred sculpture
of Life’s longing for Love.
Graceful delineations – slender trees stand back a gasp at this
Eating time and white road-line
whilst others stand indifferent allowing earth’s rape.
Fields of fallow, brown and mallow.
Green to naked eye, defiant gold to sun.
Old deformed of age – and young vital age of one.
Dykes and terraces scar the land,
Hills try to break away and rise above
But Life holds claim and shrouds with slender arms.
Might dulled by strength and gentility.
Brilliant Pines sing praising – praying.
And God thus pleased bestows His grace –
upon the scene.
Rays of Love gold and brilliance, melt in a mist
– sprinkle on life, green alive and beauty proud.
Stones kamikaze against this alien invader.
Dying and dead only sparse and remnant gladiators betray your defeat – transient.
Yours the scars severe
yours the pain – an agony, backs broken, limbs shot and torn.
Tyre marks on leached soil – roads on aeons of toil.
Starved not slender arms now protrude – break into volatile air, beg for life
brittle and dying.
But again and again the endless defiance – the continual trial.
Earth bears fruit and remnant gladiators give hardy youths to gentlewomen.
Beauty and strength forever last,
eternal faith, eternal battle.
Nature wains and withers – but survives – through, fissures unnoticed.
Always and forever the similar story – fairytale and nightmare obstruction
but in the end the triumph.
Even tame nature joins it’s savage brothers against invasion.
Rays of sunshine clump and litter roadsides.
Red in tears as we go by – a melancholy sobbing –
Thee are of this earth and to dust thee shall return – when in death thee shall have rebirth
Rich and rugged love worn and dying
arms reaching to the sun, heads bent in reverence
bowed in shame – hearts full of Life in scant interior.
Lines of soldiers defend the ranks and men of trenches lie in wait.
Fantasy fair cheeky little elfin –
willy wagtail runs pitter- patter down the turf
Seagulls take to the wind
Cool breeze ripples the flesh as it does the surf.
Birds race across the surface, making fanfare of foam in the shining sun
Seagulls scream while other birds scheme
Echoes of aeons rustle and rind
Blares and rattles disturb the mind.
Bellows reverberate in background
Willy wagtail ” chichis” while others cry down.
Seagulls screech and scull
Ducks ducat and lull
On water they shadow it’s shallows – slap themselves
and preen with pride.
The flock unfolds and pierces the sky,
falling back scatter and fall
Grey silver sheen reflects the green
of trees and their brown trunks.
The cool-cold breeze chases the chestnut and golden- green leaves.
Furled ochre-gold sheaves carpet the banks.
Mates seam and tear the surface tension.
Sunlight filters and spills through spaces in-between
sighs and heaves without retention.
A ridge of softly textured cumulus cloud curtains and covers.
A graceful gull stealthily, and delicate denotes his field for flight and hovers.
Weeping women shed their sorrows – while stout soldiers stand for all tomorrows.
Rafts of ripples float downstream – while icy cold fingers tickle and seam.
Whistle and laugh – work and be spoil but
Nature will remain forever true amongst horrors
Isn’t it a pity I can’t remember your face. So sad – and you my would-be lover, who have you seduced this time ?
Only two virgins to your name. Who was it that took my place tonight ?
Ah impatience or excuse – if you had waited I would have been yours.
One night’s love to compensate for lost affection. You liked my body, you liked my soul. I would have been yours,
I would have en flamed you, only you didn’t believe or refused to – for who had you to meet that night ?
You really had me nearly – if only you had not refused me,
and even then I wanted you for the denial spurred me on.
Fate would not have it so t’was not to be.
If ever we meet again – I will be ripe – full of woman as then I was of youth and I will enthral your sensual pleasures
and make you whole. Only when I do – and if, I do, do not deny me yet again.
You will have no need for artificial beginnings – to dull your taste and excite your senses – I alone shall do that.
And when we have finished – do not be petty, as they who think themselves great men ( having lain with many ).
But be great by being humble – and think we were, not of love’s spur which moved us to our limits ;
But of Love’s Soul – it’s essence which made us whole
How beautiful is the night soft it’s gentle land motion – the moon’s hazy glow bluish silver
All imbued in deep and darkest yet clean soft hazes – shadows and fallow rippling earth rises in the calm fury
Quiet soldiers protect in rank while others caution, contemplate the living earth bathed in it’s breath – rolling on without end.
Proud mountains sleep, cool night air soothing their tense yet beheld bodies.
Serenity reigns and yet majesty in gentility.
Alien man’s stand apart and scar – but nothing affects the night land with it’s magic glow.
Tired soldiers sleep by the roadside, while majestic peaks look to the moon in humble meditation – their beings ascended bathe them in soft tender light.
Oppressed ominous nebulae
great expanse – potential thunder – stands poised yet heavy over the barren land
where intermittent life stands alone from all other and the few and far between stars.
A reflection in the window of the man four seats away, women talk.
Suppressed violence only known in the swaying motion.
Telegraph poles fly past engrave the sky.
Trees all look towards us – eruption tearing through the night.
Lights sway gently with their image and hand reaches out and stifles it.
Only the empty shadows of the dark remain inside rattles and voices speak – sandy.
Blue lights soft illuminate the night only now and then the carriage bathed in
Green fields made grey by the light uphold life clustered,clothed dense yet intermittent
Roads cut and kill the earth Red lights outline the town
So secure – protected, hemmed in from the outside cold a separate entity – one with man deriving warmth
one from the other.
Security – not wanting to be lost his hand gentle yet of a man
smooth and his body senses wary – that like a child I would run to his arms
and let him clasp me tight.
It is not to be and as my eyes begin to falter – by the light of the moon I surrender to his mind.
My body one cold frisson as I allow myself involvement in his emotion
And the train slowly rumbles into the station
Each light as under a microscope intensifies – as light universe of amoebic motion