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I shook my head
side to side
Image after image
flashing by
in a split second
without a blink of an eye
it was tomorrow
and then again today
all happening yesterday
a lapse of the mind
all inevitably passing by
without even stopping by
to wave a final goodbye.

 

© Nicoletta

 

 

 

Photo by me: Ancient Agora Thessaloniki, Greece 

Medusa Stares

What makes you stick to the past?

Is it an emotion

That clings onto you like an annoying song?

Anything you try

It can’t get out of your head.

All the same tune.

You add a little

Drum beat

To change the rhythm

Give it a kick with a hum,

Swinging it to diverge.

With a daring glance,

Repression will dance back to you.

It will flirt with your eyes,

Turning them color blind.

All you will see is black and white,

Until glands turn to the light.

Medusa’s on the hunt

For those already made of stone.

Through them, will she gain her power.

They cannot escape her fierce stare,

For their deepest fears are beyond repair.

Those brave enough to grab

Strands of memory by the hand,

Rejoice repetitive songs with a jiggle.

Like worms they wiggle out of

Imprisoning cocoons.

The bundle of silk,

Releasing any adjustment to the dark.

The newborns eye her serpent touch,

Rising far above her bewitching magic.

In their wings,

A splash of green.

Their delicate spread,

Like fine designs of origami.

Their sticky coat serving as an armor,

Shining healing spectrums of protection,

With precious hints of emerald.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Enjoy the Ride

Shake

It

Off.

Relax.

Breathe

In

Deep.

Chillax.

See

Your Self

Face to face.

Embrace flaw

Praise each trace.

Open

Up

Your heart’s desire

Wipe away

Glistening beads of transpire.

Let

It

Go

Time will calmly

Let

you

know

It was worth the risk.

Take the plunge

Into the unknown.

Set off

Screeching alarms

Of the comfort zone.

Four-leaf clover

You’re in luck

All that’s left now

Is a pluck.

Close your eyes,

Clear your mind

Keep calm.

Enjoy

The ride.

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Mamma

Mamma don’t like this pill

I’m takin’

It’s makin’ me feel

Tired.

Mamma, d’you know

Christopher Columbus discovr’d Amerikah?

He sailed for days and days

And found it on the way.

Mamma, d’you know Indians

Were here before us?

Used to dance around fires.

Ain’t that dang’rous?

Mamma, d’you know there’s a place

Called U-rop.

I hear it’s far away

And all them speak funny.

Mamma, d’you know

One times one is one?

But two times two

Ain’t two it’s four?

Mamma I said

I don’t want it.

It’s yucky.

Mamma, I wanna be a geologist

When I grow up.

Wanna travel the www.

Y’know the whole wide world,

That thing you type on the Intr’net.

Mamma, teacher’s say I got ADD.

What’s that?

I read it out loud

Am I math gen’us or some’ing?

Mamma, d’you know

Sometimes I dream ’bout

Rainbows?

Like I am a rainbow

And can touch the sky

Like color?

Mamma, sometimes

I dream ’bout people with wings too

They’re real fun.

They hug me

And tell me all’s okay.

Mamma is it time?

Gotta take my medisin.

I feel good.

So good.

Mamma I don’t dream

No more.

Mamma d’you know I love school?

They teach us all’s that import’nt.

History, math, english, geology.

Mamma I’mma travel the www one day.

Think Missus can come with me?

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Simplicity

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How wondrous is the flight of birds
How harmonious is their song
How gleefully do they glide among trees
With no worries to make them fall.
They glide to and fro liberally,
Soaring left and right.
Higher and higher do they fly,
Determined to reach the world’s brightest light.
How miraculous is the flight of birds
How glorious is their song
How easily do they grasp the simplicity of life,
Unknown to us all.

© Nicoletta

I Doubt

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I doubt
For I know not
From whence I came.
I doubt
For I fear
What I may feel.
I doubt
For I see,
I see the world before me.
I doubt
For I know not
Why I am here.
I doubt
For the inability to understand.
I doubt
For the uncertainty of being.
I doubt
For being granted
Ephemeral time,
For the sake of doubting.

© Nicoletta

I Aspire

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I aspire to lead
A fulfilling life
Where fear is absent
And pain is out of sight.
Where nothing can tempt me
And nothing can hurt me.
I aspire to create
A magical life
Filled with tender love
As peaceful and gentle
As the whitest dove
Illuminated with kindness
And magnified by happiness.
How I dream
That this majestic life
May come true.
I aspire to find it
Before this worldly life
Is through.

© Nicoletta

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