Dreams & Delusions…


I want to hold you
The way I do in my heart.
I want to disassemble the distance
That keeps tearing us apart.
I want to show you
The depth of my love for you,
I don’t know how, or where to start.

5 responses

  1. Lisa

    Me thinks it should be step. Step. Step. One foot in front of the other.

    November 28, 2015 at 10:20 am

  2. As I was reading your poem it reminded me of a book of poetry I’ve been perusing of late on Contemporary Italian Women Poets. One poem by Daria Menicanti came to mind:


    With the last garden the road
    becomes silted, swamped in an orchestra
    of frogs. Outstretched, clear
    the pond reaches me with brusque
    bushes, with light plants.
    There is an air of surrender and revenge
    around swamps: everyone
    lives off the life and death of another:
    and this beautiful innocent green of the curly fern grows –
    like the rest – from a long cemetery.
    Here I recover my becoming
    infinite with all other earth
    and the ironic wisdom: the knowledge
    of always be replaceable.
    – If this, I suddenly say, this
    were my last day –
    And with all things I fall in love at once
    so beautiful each thing again appears.
    And your very face
    – that yesterday I could no longer see –
    now becomes flower and feast to me.
    Oh life, oh my dear happiness.
    I again feel dark and warm
    as a plant’s sap in the sun,
    as a thing loved

    by Daria Menicanti

    Contemporary Italian Women Poets : A Bilingual Anthology Kindle Edition.

    November 29, 2015 at 10:43 am

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