Iolanda Scripca Poet Free verse

Silent Rust

Coming back home – wounded, skinless
Slowly sliding through ghosts of trees
With hums of Balalaika in his candid eyes
And withered leaves – caresses of the wizards 

He squeezed through Life’s Fall like a chick
With wings torn apart by ether
With flights of smiles of cranes
And dreams of Freedom – ephemeral

If I could see him among the scattered  leaves
Was just because he taught me to be silent
Be one with memories of bronze
And long for Spring through frozen hopes…


For Carolyn's Contest

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 4, 2012 at 12:52 PM Congratulations on making it through the 1st round of PoetrySoup International Contest X 2. Wishing you the best in the finals Iolanda. Love, Carol

Joseph Osita December 29, 2011 at 3:23 AM I like this poem . It is deep and also has some touches of mastery. Congratulations for making it to the final sound. Best wishes in the contest

Joyce Johnson December 28, 2011 at 8:21 PM Congratulations on your poem getting through to the next round. Love, Joyce

Andrea Dietrich December 28, 2011 at 6:15 PM gosh, rereading this.I am thinking it's a soldier now!! No matter, you produced a beautiful work that is now in the final round along with another poem . Congrats , Iolanda and I hope at least one of your poems makes it to that final list! Iolanda Scripca October 14, 2025 at 4:58 PM Thank you, dear Andrea!

Andrea Dietrich June 2, 2011 at 11:06 PM Immigrants of all kinds I see in this one. A profound writing, Iolanda. How are you doing lately. I sure hope you are ok and feeling hopeful for the future.

David Byrne April 3, 2011 at 4:16 PM really good!

Dana Smith April 2, 2011 at 4:17 PM I enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today and I'm looking forward to reading more. Take care of yourself. Dana'lynn

Lisa Cooper April 2, 2011 at 11:25 AM lovely verse

Constance La France April 1, 2011 at 9:44 PM I love this, Iolanda, that line where you say, "he taught me to be silent" really touched my soul, the spirit of my people, the Ojibwe, would use such words, this poem has a haunting quality, I adore~~