Longo-Geremia

DESERT FLOWER I am a poem scratched in stone worn by the sun and desert wind I stand alone in burning days and nights of ice a desert flower of uncommon price I fear the desert storms that tear at my form and with the passing of time I lose another metaphor or rhyme In a thousand years or more I... Sign in to see full entry.

A dedication to courage: Italy, 1917 [To grandma] the fields lay fallow and the colors of Autumn turned to crisp hunger drove the wolves from the hills to feed and a sudden winter chill stunned the olive trees skeletons frozen in mid air the men had gone to the War and a plague had struck the world*... Sign in to see full entry.

The Umbrella Trees Three umbrella trees standing in a row in the glow green indigo dreaming lazily on a passing Summer breeze all three watching over me elbows on bare knees at curbside as the world flew by lulled to drowsiness hypnotized by city noises rising in the heat grandma’s cooking floating... Sign in to see full entry.

BLOOD AND BRUISES drawn to Earth’s light he flew across a universe but did not see the enemy behind wings clipped In mid flight like a Lucifer he fell into hell’ s darkest night God in his Kingdom lies In state no one knocks at Heaven’s Gate any more all is well with the world at least for some the... Sign in to see full entry.

What do you say to a dying man?--RE-WRIITE what do you say to a dying man to cleanse his heart what truth to lift the fear from a soul birthing into oblivion does he know things we don’t know a special melody that makes him sing in a different way a magic that carries him through the day Only the... Sign in to see full entry.

SONGS my voice has grown weak and wandering my breath short but every morning I sing as loud as I can those old Italian songs with Bocelli on CD my heart loud and clear my soul in tears and I die once again in longing... La mia voce diventa debole e l’alento Non l’ho piu ma ogni mattina canto quelle... Sign in to see full entry.

In quiet acquiescence IN QUIET ACQUIESCENCE I wait for night to fall soothe the painful whispers of the day uncover its mysteries steal me away into sleep’s illusions where my soul its truth in silence speaks and in quiet acquiescence it is the peace I seek the memories that haunt my dreams leave me... Sign in to see full entry.

CROSSROADS A tender heart sings to a tender soul a song of kind recollections sad and happy times and pale reflections of days gone by love one for the other litanies of hopes and dreams. then a slow parting of ways two roads to take not the same different one from the other never to cross again Sign in to see full entry.

Where Elephants Go to Die in forests dense and dark there are places mysterious where elephants go to die a lone for alone is how dying is done. they never know f ear pass on and mourn their dead in quiet acquiescence in a forest deep and dark of my Mind's invention something of me is hdden blind to... Sign in to see full entry.

INTO HORIZONS BLUE [ rewritten ] I feel the strangeness of a sleep deep and unforgiving the flesh that I am waning like a burning Sun strking crimson deeper still into blue Horizon my secret soul hides in fear of its own immortality knowing its time is near circuits shutting down one by one sudden... Sign in to see full entry.