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12/11/2011 1:53 pm

From the Olivetto

On a clear cold November morning Past the centuries old Stone hearth still Down the broken stone road Over which pilgrims passed In the grove The plum purple olives fall In nets smoothed like bedspreads The sun warms our backs The penultimate picked or Vibrated The flavor of warm fresh oil on our lips With...

11/28/2010 11:05 pm

The other side of the story

Yes The sunset was Spectacular The reclining figure’s forehead Was on fire And There was a patch Of pure blue Through a kaleidoscope Of white cotton batting But the story Was to the south Of the valley Where blueprint blue clouds Were suspended In a hologram Under the deep blue sea That this once...

05/15/2010 8:51 am

Bewitched

The splash of tires On rain slick roads Through tunnels Of light green And wet black Invited Enticed Enthralled By water laden high grass Crimson clover Salvia and buttercup Along the populist parade route To this emerald city From the OlivettoA poem for Barga – Janis MackayLa scrittrice Sonia...

07/30/2008 4:25 pm

Perspective

Looking out Over a vast network Of mountain ridges Covered by dense forest Distant peaks Deep valleys Looking back On unexplored paths Bewildering intersections Irretrievable trails Breath taking climbs To summits Of heart rending beauty And slow arduous descents Looking in To find a vantage point

03/30/2008 8:24 pm

A Flame Within

A blood orange sun hovers Behind buildings Anchored in an icy sea A boat races through cold air Away from the ancient city Past tall villas Flames engulf interiors Raging window to window A heart races Thumbs part Nostrils flare Soft liquid flesh yields A spritz of bittersweet Blood orange

03/10/2008 7:33 am

The Italian Lesson, Pt. 2

Piango Piangi Piange Piangiamo Piangete Piangono ……….. Vergemoli 08 March 08

09/04/2007 1:22 pm

The Long Hot Summer

Ends In a downpour Of water And words Sun Hits Warm wet dirt Vapors rise Grass glistens Scents Permeate Grapes swell Figs burst Chimneys Smoke Chill Creeps Skin crawls Light glows

07/30/2007 12:53 pm

a midsummer day

peak summit apex midway afloat on a placid lake I want to stop time savor the warmth a bite of overripe cantaloupe a whiff of fresh basil a crush of black pepper on prosciutto

07/06/2007 2:11 pm

Summer

Sun Sand Sea Salt Surf Shower Soon To Sleep What’s Next

06/11/2007 7:18 pm

A Midsummer Night

Walking Under Around Through And among The Stars. P.S. This is interactive poetry: Whoever figures out what the heck I’m writing about wins a pizza dinner here with us. Message Kerry on the Forum with your answer. Staff and family of barganews.com, its affiliates and subsidiaries, are ineligible.

05/21/2007 6:58 pm

Bounty

Firm ripe red globes of pebbled flesh Hanging hidden beneath and between Toothed leaves In dank dirt On shadow washed banks That with a feather light fingertip touch fall Weightless into my palm Then the taste of sweet perfume

05/05/2007 3:14 pm

Wake Up Call

There is an alarm clock going off somewhere Beep beep beep beep beep beep But then it stops And then it goes off again Is it in one of the apartments below Beep beep beep beep beep beep Piercing urgent insistent Is there a warning buzzer on some machine here Did I misset the clock on the stove again Is...

04/28/2007 7:15 pm

Is It Love

A shy breeze breathes A heady mix of Penetrating perfume Acacia in bloom Heavy clusters of Delicate white petals Its lady finger leaves Lightly tracing shadows Intoxicating elderflowerâ€™s lace antimacassar Searching for a smooth sofa shoulder to lie on Standing firm full figs Not yet hanging soft Ever...

04/11/2007 5:24 am

morning

One voice shatters The dark silence Then another And another I saw it first No, I saw it No, it was me over here, I saw it Then all at once The joyous cacophony builds To a crescendo I close the window And slip back between warm sheets Day breaks

03/27/2007 5:33 pm

Spring Fever

Streams shivering. Sap rising. Stems shooting Light green filigree. Soft fur buds On pussy willow Sprouting In high grass Sweating. Tall figures Of Hot pungent Heather Hovering. Banks blanketed in periwinkle. With flushed cheeks Spring is coming.

02/27/2007 7:54 pm

A Psychic Storm

Lashed. Like a gale, And then a Lull. Whipped. A roller coaster, Chugging up one side, Careening down the other, A sharp left turn, And stop. Thrashed. One miserable day, Dawns into a brilliant Blue next. Breathtaken. Schizoid Manic Depressive Bipolar That is February.

02/21/2007 10:42 am

Spring

The Serchio River Valley Is the central corridor Of a giant roofless ruin. Mountain spurs Are perpendicular walls. Valleys are rooms. Vigilant, the village outposts Perch on the edges of the rubble. Cantilevered on the mountainsides Is a labyrinth Of gently winding roads, From which I watch spring Climb...

02/16/2007 1:21 pm

Unpredictable

Embrace the unknown Let go of routine Let yourself be Whisked away By the random Abandon yourself To opportunity Chance Kismet The Zen Of the here And now Respond In a flash Come In an instant