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Road to You (I Am)


Where does it lead from here?

A question the road directs to my feet.

(Standing, stomping, still.)


In a quandary my toes and heels ponder:

How could it be the road not know

where it ends and where it goes…?

I’ve become dependent on expecting that much!

Still, the road doesn’t have a choice.

It is paved in permanency.

The twists and turns of gravel are merely illusion…

In love with the soul in my feet—

They decide which way to go…


Free to choose.

And with all the power she asks the road:

Carry me, please, on your back!

I’m afraid of direction, you see.

I will pirouette in position,

fall in love,

give-into faith,

that wherever my feet are, I am,

if not anywhere,

Myself the way—


—Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2015 All Rights Reserved



The daytime cruelly mocks me with its’ sun,

through every crevice, a beam,

summer Creamsicle spun—

Cascading-waterfalls on drapery summon birds,

their exuberant song.


Another dimensions’ from a gold mirror

cast shadow-tribal-dancers:

Listen for the echo, down halls, a boy’s deer-hide-drum.

Perfect blooms of Azalea-multi-color-smiles,

fill-up on moistened soil’s energy.

An innocent glass perfume-holder sitting blue upon my vanity:

Becomes a kaleidoscope.

Encouraging diamond-shaped-enthusiasm

on an otherwise perfectly content and empty wall.


Does it not know…

Beauty is strained and the Crows have left their markings.

Hope is out the window—

A neighbor whistling, dropping seeds for grass to grow!

This day should remain indifferent.

Tomorrow may be open to seize possibilities…

But the forecast calls for rain—

—Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2015 All Rights Reserved