Gianfranco Aurilio


The Bramble Bush - Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

When life
turns into
a bramble bush,
thicker and thicker,
bigger and bigger,
where the sun
doesn't filter anymore
and thorns
are everywhere,
when
even the caress
of a leaf
hurts and wounds
because nothing
is more difficult
than being aware,
let
the time
soothe pain,
the smile
shyly reappear,
let someone
plant a rose
in that bush.

20.10.'09

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This image is a computer processing
of my drawing “The forbidden rainbow”.
The original poem ('Il cespuglio di rovi') is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015


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