Sunday on another latitude #poem #poetry #prose poem

The smell of orange trees blooms in my hair.
Days of magic: a lily and a rose.
A purple sky bites from the imperishable yellow coiled around your finger.
Dark injured blood taints the possibility of the sunset.
The exertion of a prayer.
The reflection of our faces in a desiccated well.
Sunday on another latitude.

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
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Incautious Clearing – a stunning poem written by Flavio Almerighi #guest post #poetry

My Dear Readers,

Incautious Clearing, a stunning poem written by the Italian poet Flavio Almerighi [blog]

Flavio Almerighi was born in Faenza, Italy, in 1959. As a boy he began writing poetry and got involved in radio and the theater. The best year of his life was 1976, when he read The Odyssey over the summer. Among the poets he considers his most important influences are Guillaume Apollinaire, Pedro Pietri, Peter Sinfield, Pasquale Panella, Dario Bellezza and Amelia Rosselli. His poetry collections are: Allegro Improvviso / Sudden Allegro (Ibiskos, 1999), Vie di Fuga / Escape Routes (Aletti, 2002), Amori al tempo del Nasdaq / Love in the Time of Nasdaq (Aletti, 2003), Coscienze di mulini a vento / Consciousnesses of Windmills (Gabrieli, 2007), durante il dopocristo / during the afterchrist (Tempo al Libro, 2008), qui è lontan / here it’s far away (Tempo al Libro, 2010), Voce dei miei occhi / Voice of my eyes (Fermenti, 2011), Procellaria / Storm Petrel (Fermenti, 2013), Caleranno i Vandali / Drop the Vandals (Samuel, 2016). He is a regular contributor to the virtual magazines Versante ripido (Steep Slope) and L’ombra delle parole (The Shadow of Words).

 

Incautious Clearing was selected from Flavio’s book Storm Petrel.

 

 

 

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those roses which die in the winter #poem #poetry

those roses which die in the winter
played the piano last night
a whirlpool of notes and of poems
inscribed on a wall painted in blue
caged in your dreams I still struggle
like birds drowned in water and mud
I cover the world with my fingers
I haunt the unspoken in dark
those roses which died before blooming
this love which will end in a tomb

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)

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My poem “the breath of love and death” voted Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press #poetry #published

My Dear Readers,

My poem “the breath of love and death” was voted Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press (November 2019).

My most sincere thanks to everyone who voted for me.

Have a fabulous week.

Gabriela

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)

 

 

Will you vote for me? author of the month and publication of the month at Spillwords Press #poetry

My Dear Readers,

I was nominated author of the month at Spillwords Press. At the same time my poem “the breath of love and death” was nominated for publication of the month. If you wish you can vote for me – Gabriela M – in the link below. You do not need to have a Spillwords account to vote though it is easy to open one. You can vote with your Twitter or your FB account.

My most sincere thanks and congratulations to all nominees.

Gabriela

Vote

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fires #poem #poetry

fires burn rocks in the mountains
fountains in the parks burn our hearts
I dip my hands into the seven parallels of love
I spin the planetary souls on both my arms
a bird pulls at its feathers in the mirror
the wilderness of autumn
puts on its lipstick

insanity throws stones into a garbage can
exiled from the imagination of Seville
Don Juan lures empty frames inside a bar
your heart meanders among marble stars
scents of flowers, heavy chains 
poetry burns our lips
lonely scavengers of night
you and I

draft
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)

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initiation #poem #poetry

deification of the virgin nymph
within my palms
the flesh of violet sunsets flips like fish on land
my eyes, inheritors of light
singular sinkholes punctuating a low sky
your love, eternal summer with no births or deaths
initiation
doors lock by themselves
into the secrets of that which will be
the danger of me
deeper than the darkest sea

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)