Liberatore Suffoletta

Rookie - 8 Points (July 2,1948 / Pettorano Sul Gizio, L'Aquila, Abruzzi, Italy)

Modern Love V - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

The spring's audio tempest brings a mauve sunrise alarm full of chirping avarian prayers.

The gust's mouths open the blackness with yawns
while awakening dewy green fertile cornfields.

The stabbing wind's hands paint dalisque clouds on the innocent blue-sky like flapping white kerchiefs of goodbye to memories.

The infinite wind's broken heart flutters and emotes warm misty tears while performing to silent love's audience.

Among ancient swaying trees the mezzo tenor wind's song jumps around like Verdi's Egyptian victory march.

The whispering wind reveals its secret, as it churns the ocean's floor, touching the delicate pearl in your salty oyster.

Pirate whirling wind, that gathers quickly and steals away
forever-excessive foliage and spent hearts, like fluttering arrows of parrots.

Whimsical warm wind that melts your
winter ardor like a foamless tasmanian wave, spent and resting ashore in your damp tomb.

Your lip's kisses are deserting and diving back to your heart rather than waging an equinox battle with summer's breeze.


The spring’s audio tempest brings a mauve sunrise alarm full of chirping avarian prayers.

The gust’s multiple mouths open the black clouds with their yawns while awakening dewy green fertile cornfields.

The stabbing wind’s hands paint dalisque clouds on the innocent blue-sky like flapping white kerchiefs of goodbye to memories.

The infinite wind’s broken heart flutters and emotes warm misty tears while performing to our silent love’s audience.

Among ancient swaying trees the mezzo tenor wind’s song jumps around like Verdi’s Egyptian victory march.

The whispering wind reveals its secret, as it churns the ocean’s floor, touching the delicate pearl in your salty oyster.

Pirate whirling wind, that gathers quickly and steals away forever-excessive foliage and spent hearts, like fluttering arrows of parrots.

Whimsical warm wind that melts your winter ardor like a foamless concentric wave, spent and resting ashore in your damp tomb.

Your lip’s kisses are deserting and diving back to your heart rather than waging battle at the equinox with summer’s breeze.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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