Dellymari's Blog

Out there—

In the land …

Grass blades,

dance in the wind,

like fingers to a beat,

snow-pollen-magic,

and the melody of peace.

Eyes lazy with summer,

restore,

challenge thoughts

to let go,

let go—

The birds understand.

Everything.

Come and go freely.

What I’d love to be:

Extended, a blue wing,

going effortlessly.

Oak-men with sturdy branches,

leaves of feminine-delight,

graciously balance the seasons,

here and gone, red, yellow,

fall-singing then brittle on the ground.

Oh and the sky, I envy,

she is blessed infinitely,

holding the stars, her jewels,

and lover the moon.

A heart is in this nature:

Cascades upon living rock,

the sound a tale of memories:

In love she falls,

water to her stream.

And I no longer

want to view,

from the confines

of manufactured,

man, industry,

But be

… of the living.

©Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte

(from Book II)

The pain which is you,

And you, you …

I know, well,

my own-part played

brilliantly —

A star is born!

She is lovely, victim,

make no mistake,

manipulative.

For good purpose,

could fix you,

herself find,

clean of everything dirty,

memory, the two-sides,

hero and beast in you.

And the world would become

new, beautiful again,

A promise, love

has always been real,

simply lost its way;

On dark rain-clouds,

intoxicating their heavenly

scent, the excitement of

your fractured-pieces.

I attempted to be reborn,

a rainbow,

to savor the color in life,

joy,

for us.

Maria DellaPorte – © 2010

This Concludes—

a struggle to sum up, complete

the unending void, destroy its death,

restore

expectation, peace, freedom, joy.

Working, in the doldrums

for

heartache, calluses, emptiness;

Clawing, reaching, building promise on

lies, goddam lies!

I want

to scream, tremble,

snarl,

grunt,

spit it out!

Wake up

oblivious—

twirling, smiling, singing

breezy in pink—

with God and a cigarette

–

©Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte

An instant evolves into eternity,

I wait in stillness.

Staring across the platform, train delayed,

my view, endless wondering of ordinary people.

Here in gray and silence, we stand

in a rusty city

of lights absorbing energy,

ceaseless action.

Delicately balanced, precise and instinctive,

Connected, enduring—

Captured in reciprocal gaze.

With a hush we explore space,

replacing the hum, the drum,

feeling beyond darkness,

for delight of touch and taste and color;

Wrecked from the pursuit,

anticipating the reward of convivial lips.

Longing for the sum, to confiscate

the residual near death,

and subsequently, a train five minutes past due.

You, who sees me from the other side,

can you hear me thhrough my eyes?

Your chest rises, falls, in momentum

with my own,

I believe you listen,

can almost catch your breath.

Silent communication dances between.

The train rushes in,

steel wheels grind the tracks,

sparks like fireflies,

we unite across the bleak platform—

receptive flesh tingles.

A step

Suddenly on my way—

Our encounter lingers.

©Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dus-stripbooks-tree&field-keywords=sum+of+something+meaningful