De dimineata si pana pe'nserate
Faci, duci, dregi sarcinile toate
Ajungi seara'n pijamale
Si esti gata de culcare
Dar la viata te gandesti
Si de ce te obosesti
Când afara'i vreme faina
Tot ce'ti trebe e o haina
Iei costumul de'alergat
Si pe usa te-ai scapat
Gandurile te primesc,
Relaxarea-o poticnesc
Fuga usurare nu-i,
Linistea n-o da oricui
Ce sa faci sa te destinzi
Cand nu poti sa te intinzi?
Pasarea mananca bine,
In colivie totu-i apartine
Dar cand fuge'n libertate
Ia mancarea de-unde poate
Pofta de viata ai
Libertate parca n-ai
Vrei mancare sau vrei bine?
Libertate-o poti obtine.
Si viteza parca prinzi,
Noapte luna o cuprinzi
Cu privirea lacrimand
De viata animand.
Categories:
duci, adventure, conflict, deep, freedom,
Form: Carpe Diem
To die
One must be alive
So where am I?
To cry
One must feel loss
No one to miss, empty tears dry
To fly
One must have wings
If only broken I could tumble and be gone
To lie
One must smile to the outside
While stumbling in darkness, wonder why?
To scrape by
One has fold up the heart
Knowing there is no second start
To be the butterfly
I must possess wings of beauty
Before being crushed by heavy winds
To justify
One must choose the rope or the knife
Before hanging on last goodbyes
To note
One must hold the pen with ink
Leaking words with last of drink
Categories:
duci, art, loss, philosophy, suicide,
Form: Free verse
Mineral Baths Saratoga Springs NY
She covers her private
parts at the bath house.
Mineral water fills a tub,
centuries old.
She feels cold until
an old Women hands
her heated sheets...
now, her skin covered.
Brought her clips to lift
her auburn hair.
The sheets cooled as the
tub, now filled.
A stray cat
peers into the window...
purrs, kissing glass.
The old Women
removes the sheet, takes
the hand of a young lady
as she carefully
steps into aged porcelain.
Tiny bubbles
surround her skin.
A soft pillow for her head...
Now, relax. . . she tells herself,
dreaming of the
cat kissing glass. . .
alone, at last.
Nancy Duci Denofio
Categories:
duci, animals, health, introspection, life,
Form: Narrative
He loves her. . .
her red bonnet
identical
matching strands
of hair. . .
He loves the
way she moves,
dancing. . .
his red whiskers tickle
her freckled face.
She watches him,
while he flirts
beneath his wide brim
hat. . .
She twists her
body to the left,
needing not his
tender touch.
He wraps his
arm's about her
waist. . .
while touching
bows, ribbons
and petticoat. . .
He kicks his
feet as pebbles
fly lifting sand
into the air.
She listens
to a crowd laugh -
reckless as they
clap, cheer, gulp
beer. Wondering
where she will be
in tomorrows midnight
air.
Nancy Duci Denofio - 1997
Written while observing
paintings at the Chicago Museum of Art
And, I am sure you can recall the piece of art?
Categories:
duci, artred,
Form: Light Verse
Skidmore College - Bolton Hall
Saratoga morning mist
naked legs wrestle a
breeze - the living
section of the morning
paper floats freely
across patches of green
grass beneath incredible
pines. . .
Out there, beyond evergreens
drenched in morning light,
a destination, unknown
as pavement stretches
wraps, curled about broken
limbs and patches of ice. . .
A few steps left to climb
and I stip to dream, half
seeing hungry birds peeking
at a single blade of grass.
And, as I glance up
a brass sign tells me
this is Bolton Hall.
Nancy Duci Denofio - 2001
Categories:
duci, naturemorning,
Form: Prose Poetry