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Alicia Patti Poem
At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.
The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica,
and yet another way
to excavate the mystery.
Nostalgic Roman nights,
Spanish palabras, Sicilian incantations,
idyllic panoramas; promises
enough to purchase the moon.
Such a foolish sacrifice to
fresco up for portfolios in
sanctuaries precious
and profane.
Copyright © Alicia Patti | Year Posted 2007
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Alicia Patti Poem
Hawaiian shoreline
what ancient secrets you hold
volcanic ashes
Copyright © Alicia Patti | Year Posted 2008
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Alicia Patti Poem
I saw you walking in the park today,
And all at once my world came tumbling down.
You looked as though you had not aged a day! -
Although I noticed just the slightest frown
As your eyes blinked against the setting sun.
You raised your hand as though to wave at me;
And my heart, foolish still, became undone.
But you sought the shade of a walnut tree
Close by, and didn’t see me standing there.
It seemed to me the birds had ceased to sing,
As though they knew the sum of my despair
And winter’s cruel slaughtering of spring.
Too soon you turned and quickly walked away
And left me there with one more day to slay.
Copyright © Alicia Patti | Year Posted 2007
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Alicia Patti Poem
Now that she’s gone I miss her laughter,
The way it rippled through the air like gleaming
Echoes dancing in the sunlight, after
A summer rainstorm has done its streaming.
She carried sunbeams in her pockets,
Jingling them all the day as she played
Among the flowers, flinging her favorites
High into the air, to dissipate the shade.
She had to go to seize the Present Day,
To hold it fast against the coming flood.
I like to think she could influence the way
The sun kisses life into a flower bud.
I heard she went to gather flowers in a meadow
Far away, in a land of ageless pleasure;
Spreading her happiness all’ allegro,
Conducting her very own symphonic measure.
She taught me so many wondrous things:
To wait patiently for the first star to shine;
Why the monarch butterfly has wings;
Where to look for Nature’s true design.
But most of all she taught me how to let go,
Just when the time was exactly right –
Gently, like the touch of soft spring snow –
My one true love on the wings of flight.
Copyright © Alicia Patti | Year Posted 2007
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