Liberatore Suffoletta

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

Modern Love Xxiii (Loneliness Beckons) - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Night’s dark eyes contemplate your memory,
inpregnating the ocean with endless tears

Daybreak stalks alone in wheat fields,
The time of departure calls,
Oh loneliness!

Heart full of cold sleepy seagulls creates
a chiaroscuro beach to shipwreck upon

Worry teaches arias of joy,
to songbirds giving them wings

It is the hour
desire wants kisses,
mind is sleeping,
amazement is weeping.
unfolding love
Shipwrecks
on your lighthouse

All winds fill an ancient lost ship’s sails
to harbors in love’s turbulent whirlpool
Only to shipwreck on you, all of them

Soul, whose bleeding and fluttering wings
give birth to lost discoveries in the fog,
where agony dines, desire grabbles,
sadness somersaults,
All on you

Heartache returns to a fortress
of shadows, quickly forgetting
all hurts


Oh, woman of my blood,
who gives wings,
to singing birds,
I love and lose you in this fog,
in this whirlpool
like a vessel dropping anchor in infinity
where forgetful eternity shatters all moorings

From an island of bleak, bleak loneliness,
there, woman, your arms of love call

Thirst and hunger desire your fruits
Sorrow and despair want your miracle

Love sails on the cross of your open arms
to the shore of your soul, shipwrecked

Desire sailed toward your kisses
where anxiety drowned intoxicated,
tension swam away, only to
shipwreck on you

Lips remember ardent fire
mooring on your sea, where
fleets of kisses moored.
,
Mad passionate love
The vortex where
all hopes are born
and disappear
in tenderness
of soft warm
summer rain
droplets
a word
remaining
unspoken
on our lips
eternally
love


Falling in love
the destination
and the journey,
all in you

Heart full of cold sleepy seagulls
whose white beaks call and sing
like the statue on a prow
you, shall remain in songs
soaring warm currents
heart of cold sleepy seagulls
diving into an open
bitter whirlpool
like a pale, rudderless
ancient ship
discoverer of lost lands
emptied of adventure
all in you

It is time to depart, the set cold hour
ravenous night awaits the appearance
of cold shimmering stars
The ocean’s open mouth
feasts on all coasts
the seagulls fly away

Daybreak stalks alone in a wheat field,
with trembling hands full of emptiness.

It is departure time.
Loneliness beckons


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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