Half sleeping birds
I should be driving over roads' margins;
arcane path in dim light; I rode in glory,
the flying sea gulls cared for my story,
and a peculiar writers' group to burgeon.
Inside me was a bellow, earth trembling,
was it a roar or many? In a stormy sea,
(half sleeping birds stood on a marquee) ,
both ships and humans were dissembling!
In the horizon the ships floated bitter,
onto their trip of sempiternal sorrows,
as I reached the moors in half shadows,
the three fates were my life's knitters.
It echoed reminding of my days of past,
it was the roar inside me like a thunder
my inner entity won't be torn asunder,
while the ships' travel to infinity lasts.
My past became a drive that draws away,
arcane memories reversed to my insides,
your invitation to an uninhabited Hades,
torn companionship was, sweet of Sunday.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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