Realizing - Poem by Fabrizio Frosini
« What is Poetry? »
Heavens no! Don’t ask me;
I don’t know the answer.
« Try one —Any answer;
Just to give me a clue »
Poetry is just a starry night looking down at us..
Or it is the whole of
The underground rivers of our daily tears and moans,
Of happiness and grief, sadness and gratitude..
It is, maybe, the sight of
An emaciated body got lost in dusty fields..
A dazzling, unaware smile of a newborn baby..
A sound (Ocean’s voice?) from the very heart of a seashell..
An old soul in its (Her / His) final anguish..
A lover’s secret silence lit by the fading light of sunset..
A ripple in the brackish fluid of Consciousness..
Anyway: an endless moment in anyone’s life,
« Moments of Life. Is Life the clue? »
It might, if only I knew what Life is.
What I’ve realized, intertwining poetry and life, is that
We have to add Darkness when we try to appreciate what
Darkness.. —A bit, at least. At its heart.
[published in 'THE CHINESE GARDENS - English Poems', by Fabrizio Frosini,2015]
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This poem is in my collection ''THE CHINESE GARDENS - English Poems''
published as e-book at Amazon
At PoemHunter you can read also the Italian version of the poem - its title:
Comments about Realizing by Fabrizio Frosini
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