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Patrizia Cohen Poem
Walking under a burning sun
Listening evocative Christmas songs
Sweat furrows my motionless visage
Snow calmly is falling down
Alive drops dissolve my thoughts
A fresh breath gently stirs
Walking straightaway still alone
Looking for a friendly crucial turn
Nobody matching my broken mind
What's hot? What's cold?
Deep down somebody is already here
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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Walking straight away
Nowhere to go
Crowded street
But empty way.
My mind hanged to a melody
Flying toward something unreal
But inside the real me
Is stable and safe
Nobody can understand
Nobody can even imagine
But I and myself
Like a treasure box
Step by step
I walk my life
I’m waiting for something
Too much undefined
I lost my past
I cannot reach the future
Flying and flying
With the ghost of my mind.
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I was walking a dark path
Among black trees
Time always running
Careless and mysterious
I was running, towards nowhere,
Without meaning, without will
I flew and fell again and again
Over a dark and invisible ravine
Then, I picked up a marble
A translucent colored glass
I gazed unwittingly through it
Unable to close my eye
A sensation, new and unknown
A different world
Went straight through the marble
Was it just confusion?
But suddenly black became white
Impossible became possible
A pale smile appeared.
A flame of hope was born.
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Patrizia Cohen Poem
Hydrogen, hydrogen, oxygen,
Life
I watch the calm river
Crossing my town
Not clean, not clear,
But dear to me.
I stare the unstable water
I am there
My changeable image
Floats and never stays
I don’t recognize
What looks me and not me.
Hydrogen, hydrogen, oxygen,
Death
I cannot see anything
Around only water
And dark
I lost my last breath.
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I remember that garden.
Same benches, same fountain
Slowly I step in
Same faces, same air.
Babies play
Bawling happy
Nannies and mothers…
Fading away…
Benches, fountain
Babies and noises
All fade away
Leaving me alone.
A gate surrounds me
It has no ending
I walk disoriented
Looking for a sunbeam.
Only shadows around me
Ghosts of my past
Not a movement
Not a sound
I sit ashore
Keeping my head
For no letting my thoughts fly
For no letting my memories go
I fall asleep
And the benches, the fountain,
The babies, mummies, nannies,
All return.
I keep sleeping,
I can see the light
I can feel the life
I can live in my dreams.
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Need to understand:
What I am?
But more important:
What is this?
I have four paws and a tail
This has two paws and no tail
I'm little, but strong
This is bigger and taller
I like to leak this thing
It gives out strange sounds
What an unusual situation!
But not bad, if I have to say
I used to live in a cage
It came and brought me away
Here, where I'm wondering now
I don't know yet, but I like it.
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Caress the surface of the reality
Momentarily confusion
And immediately is revelation.
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Your words fly
Like heavy rocks
And fall blindfold.
Your young intransigence
Is like a gale
Strong and without mercy.
Your absent glance
Pierces my heart
And stands by my mind.
But your smile
Redefines yourself
Your gentleness is real.
Your fight is pure
Against me, against you
Looking for answers.
Impatient you want to understand
Unmistakable you want to run
Keeping your hope as my hope.
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And if I go
While you are still here...
Know that I live on
Vibrating to a different measure
Behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
So you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
Both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest,
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
....I will be there.
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You think you got the point
The big picture
Certainly that gives you confidence.
But you cannot understand
The limit is unplanned
Respect absurdity.
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