Poems by Claudia Piccion, Italy

The obsession of roots

Visions of the South
in the knotty bark
of olive trees
fragments of light
in convenient installments
to fill the unanswered hugs.
A book, a notebook, a coffee
act as a frame
to this heliotherapy of return.
There is no expiry date, no returnable items
in this obsession of roots.

Evident oxymoron

The dome shines
in the black hole.
The flame burns
in the dark night.
In the lock
the karma of life.
Eternity after death
love afterwards cries of pain
time swallows up thoughts
it digs furrows on helpless smiles.
The wrinkle is evident oxymoron
happiness lost
on the island that no longer exists.

My father’s text messages

My father’s text messages
still on the screen,
cord never cut
words for my mother
orphaned without him
Me too  orphan without those two.
I inherited a brother and
two grandchildren,
an orange grove that buds memories
freesias that bloom for no reason
voiceless findings of a private affair.
My father’s text messages
still on the screen
they talk about the ordeal
of the end,
the care of a man
the desperate search for meaning
a microstory of ordinary pain.

Woman is the name of the futureoman is the name of future

(about iranian women’fight for their people rigts)

Venus will rise again in rushing waters,
She will settle down
between concave shells
on the rock that waited a long time for her.
Beauty will be her victory,
Peace her implicit mission.
The pikes will besiege her,
scorpion fish and newts
they will decant in choir
her virtues,
pompous
they will beat their chest.
Venus will smile at the algae
will mix jellyfish and transparencies
She will bring back the mermaids to the surface
to bewitch the rough seafarers
to test delicate items
on the throne of Neptune.
Woman is the name of the future
She connects sky and sea in a gaze
in her soul She feeds the sacred fire.

In the alphanumeric code 

(about a virtual relationship)

You didn’t know you were
in the alphanumeric code
of my web accounts.
Dates, anniversaries, memories
difficult to decipher.
How anonymous is your face
behind a screen.
Quiet is the glitter
of your gaze.
Extinguished is my smile
of circumstance.
I receive every day
love letters
poems that swell
the book of flatterers.
I read them without surprise,
I catalog them in a protocol
which looks like a reptile house.
I prepare myself for silence.
My mind is looking for coolness
of an Augustan night and
everything else is noise.

At each blue window 

(about mothers who are in heaven)

At each blue window
I look for the sky of your smile.
You certainly see me from far away
like when I used to play in the yard
and you looked out to tell me to come back.
I don’t hear your voice anymore
but I breathe this boundless silence
which day after day does not fade.
I love mothers, the old ones with white hair
their eyes lost in the memories of their sixteen years,
I wonder why you were not given to grow old,
you who became a feather
in the coils of an evil wind,
you mother already knew
when I cried beside you on the last night.
There had never been so many words between us.
I didn’t need to explain.
You already knew.
and you dreamed for me
immense expanses,
lavender fields,
laurel wreaths,
poppies in winter
and a sunflower next to me.

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