Love for life
It’s a window always lit
In the colder dark of nights.
Francesca Patitucci, an Italian poetess and author, shares her poetry
Francesca Patitucci, an Italian poetess and author, born in Calabria, lives in Salerno (Campania – Italy). She has been writing for several years, especially poetry. She is teacher of foreign languages and cultures, and lyricist for musical pieces. She has published two collections of poems and short stories, the third ongoing anthology and a fourth in collaboration with another author about social evils expressed through narrative and poetry. She has been writing book reviews and is editor of poetry collections, juror and president in Literary – Artistic Competitions. She has obtained numerous awards in national and international competitions, including in English language. In August she received the “Urban Festival 2024” culture award. She appears in various poetic anthologies, monthly magazines and newspapers, and is member of some cultural, literary and artistic associations. She collaborates with artists promoting the union between painting and poetry.
LOVE FOR LIFE
Love for life
It’s a window always lit
In the colder dark of nights.
It’s a sweet stillness always
Evolving…
The lighthouse of our consciences.
And the sweet murmur of waters
Now calm still lying on the moist
Salt sand
Then they crash on rocks naked
Violently.
And I immerse my heart in this symbiosis
That keeps me still throbbing…
Ditched to the invisible wire…
It always held
My breath.
This is my love for life!
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MISERLY YOU WILL GO
A shivering homeless guards his cardboard
As a precious bed
But if his friend stretches out limbs on the ground
He gives it to him.
And you that hold riches, feelings
If you still have…
Possessions to embrace in your emptiness
Soul vault
You will feel no need to share
In the stingy righteousness of your barren logic.
Than to give others a piece
Of you
It would be too human and unbecoming
Poor man…
Within your lonely and rich walls
Of velvets and candelabra
There is no light to shine, not even for you
Alone.
And when your last step yields to the
Divine world
Your memorabilia will remain between the worms of time
To wear out…
And no one will mourn a foolish loneliness
Of a golden trench
But so shabby and useless.
Miser you will go to meet the ways
Of the beyond.
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SUNFLOWERS OF LIGHTS
Sunflowers of light
I saw a field of sunflowers
Under the immensity of blue skies.
Soon the sun will warm them
Until they burn
But the splendor will quench their thirst
At sunset…
They will be alive
And harbingers of the colors of gold
Of life which, in spite of everything
Luxuriant unfolds
On our smiles.
They are sunflowers of light
Keepers of our steps.
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Received from Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
