Agony

          

After a slow agony

the true love

I once felt

inexorably slipped

in the clutches

of oblivion.

A bird closed

in a cage

loses its vitality

and love

disregarded

very slowly dies.

Without

water drops

a tree will never

bloom

and its young

burgeons

fall down

on the ground.

My melancholic

gloomy heart

for you

no longer

beats,

my first

and great

love.

Life

 

Each one chases
their own destiny …
Clinging
to hope
driven
by the light breeze,
fly over the fields
that scent
of life
and observe
the immensity…
The mind
travels
with the fantasy
and the heart
enjoys.
Meanwhile the breeze
pushes us
far …

Why are you so silent?

Wrapped

in your silence

in a very muffled world

I seek you evrywhere

I don’t see you anywhere,

a thick fog is between us.

I miss you so much

your sweet tenderness,

I regret your words

and your promises

of love.

Never forget

I love you

you are my great
treasure,

don’t stay far from me

don’t let me

die of sorrow!

A broken dream

Slowly falls down

the last petal

of a wilted flower.

Slowly slips

the last dream

into the abyss of oblivion.

Gently rolls down

on crimson cheeks

the bitter tear of farewell.

Silently cries

a heart

when a love dies.

Curled dreams

The echo
of silent tears,
sobs scented
of melancholy
in the heart
a twinge of pain.
Curled dreams
crushed
and swallowed
by dark shadows.
Emptiness and silence
around me
while your napped steps
cross the threshold
of oblivion.

Sweet rambling

Dreamy and silent,
my thoughts
fluctuate
ethereal and slight,
aimlessly.
Quietness
around me,
the deaf  flight

of a swallow
the white trail
of an airplane
that slides
in the blue sky
and in my mind
reassuring thoughts
Sweetly I wander
between memories
and old dreams,
I still hear
the echo of your words
that resonate in the air.

The sharp ringing

of the phone
disrupts
the static wandering
of my mind.
Are you, I feel it...
your voice
reaches me

through the wind.

 

 

Autumn

The tree slowly loses
its fragile
flame-colored leaves
red, orange and yellow
mingle with the sunset
lights.
Cool breeze and
thick fog,
delicate and moist
the morning dew,
woods offer
delicious fruits
mushrooms, chestnuts
and enchanting quietness.

A fine rain is falling
and the lead-gray sky
covers with his mantle
the sleepy small village,
a family is gathered
under the light of a lamp
and cheerful laughs and dreams
around the fireplace.



*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Eternally

I met you
after wandering
in the fog
I loved you madly
and without measure.
You were ray of sunshine
that burned my soul
and in my mind
you sowed life
and dreams.
You were
beam of light
and hope
and with crimson glow
you brightened
my white nights
of delirium.
My heart palpitates
when I think of you
and each fiber
of my being
vibrates
when in silence
 I whisper
I love you...
You are
trapped
in my heart
and eternally
I will be captive
of your love,
until the fatal day
of my death.

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Inquietudes

The hands
the old clock
lazy and
silent slide.
My unsteady legs
stagger
and my mind
wanders
in the dense
fog of
uncertainty.

In the horizon
a dim light
distant, intangible
catches my eye.
My heart winces
while my
crushed dreams
magically
dissolve.

I grab
a friendly hand
and petrified listen
comforting words,
I hold my breath
and grab myself
to a thin
glimmer
of hope.

My hands tremble
at the thought that
there won't be
a tomorrow...

The soft
white pillow
gathers in silence
my tears.

I will fight
with my nails
with my teeth
I will fight
with all the forces
to avoid to fall
in the dark abyss
of no return
this
is a battle
I don't want
to lose it...

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

My small town

Small country town

paradise of my childhood

enclosed by hills and
impressive mountains.

Cheerful lands

near the river

delight of games

and amazing adventures.

In a cold rainy day
you saw me leave

for distant lands

beyond the sea.

On a majestic ship
I left my roots

so pleased I was

for this fantastic trip.

Quiet days

in the boundless ocean

toward the sunny
southern lands.

A beautiful country

of eternal summer

 was then my home

in the years that
followed.
A cheerful city
greeted me as a child
and several years after
said me goodbye.

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

The dance of swallows

The swallows restless fly
fly in a magical dance
fluffy white-grey clouds
dress the autumn's sky.

Flurries of warm wind
blow through the brambles
and caress the thin branches
of an old willow tree.

Autumn is just coming
leaves slowly turn yellow,
 the swallows quietly are waiting
aligned on blackened wires.

A slight clinking on the window
cradle my sweet awakening
slowly falls the rain
on the roofs, on thirsty meadows.

Nests are empty this morning
no feeble chirpings nearby
 the swallows no longer dance
in the plumbeous autumn's sky.

Fly over seas and deserts
arrive in distant lands
fly in magical dance
in a sky dressed in blue.

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Fragrances

The scent of night
bright and wet
that stealthy knocks
on sleepy glasses.
Muffled melodies
of gentle breeze
that softly touchs
your dainty face.
The scent of love
the touch of your lips
whispering sweet
fluttering murmurs.
Idyllic symphonies
delight my soul
among fluctuating shadows
and delirium of passion.

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

The rainbow after the storm...

A breach in the ground
drowns the mind
disrupts life and serenity.

Drops of rain, in a swollen river
impetuous sweep the joyous smile.
damp walls smeared with mud
bitterness in the heart, puzzled dismay.

After the storm the sun will rise
renewed hopes...in the heart.

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Goodbye...



I left a map
and a coin of bronze
in your trembling hands
a kiss, a hug and
nothing more.

I loved you so much
I wanted you to reach me
but I was afraid of love
and my voice
silenced.

Vain was the hope
in my fragile heart.

Maria Gioia Benacquista

White snow

North flurries of wind
biting cold and frost
soft white snowflakes
sweet tears of ice.

Fluffy falls on the fields
and lies on the bare trees,
a soft white blanket
in the village by the sea.

Whitened grains of sand
gulls perched on the boats,
my solitary footprints
in the lonely country lane.

 I quietly wait in silence
that a shining beam of sun
gives warmth to my heart
and the sky dresses in blu.

*

Maria Gioia Benacquista

A blow of wind

The day you left
the sky dressed in mourning
the stars grew pale
and lost the bright glow.

With a blow of wind
my dreams vanished
and the cheerful smile
 turned into a grin of pain.

Dreary days
dressed in gray
my creased soul
smothering all my hopes.

 

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Sadness



You hush a deep sorrow
-wreck without complaints-
for no rip the smile
in the face of friends.

The folds of my lips
hide grimaces of pain
and my beaming smile
hide grief and distress.

Hermeticism and silence
mysterious absence,
unhealthy inquietude
disturbs my mind.

The misfortune of your soul
reachs me so quickly,
agil flies with the wind
or on crystal clouds.

I can't imagine your features
blind the eyes of my soul
I can't perceive your
emotions.

Grief in your heart
life hit you so hard...
but sorrows shared with friends
are easier to bear.

Maria Gioia Benacquista



Sprouts of love

Sprouts of wheat
in a fallow field
restore life
to the barren land.

Sprouts of love
in a wilted heart
restore hope
trust and joy.

A soft caress
touches my heart
on my lips
sprout a smile.

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Night ramble

In a chilly courtyard
restless dance
a trembling leaf.
At moonlight
gently cradles it
the soft breath
of breeze.
An ancient curved tree
-grown among gravel
and damp ocher dust-
ecstatic contemplates
the gleaming stars.
Quiet night
in the sleepy walls,
only the beat of a heart
and the convulsive gasp
between sweet dreams and
threatening nightmares.
You come silently
caress my face
and with a kiss calm
my frantic mind.

Maria Gioia Benacquista

Wishes

I would like
to chase your steps
grab your hands
and penetrate into the depths
of your heart.

I would like to whisper
sweet words of love
and see in your eyes
-ravished-
sparks of passion.

And cheerfully run
in a green flowery meadow
between red poppies,
silvery curved stalks
and golden ears of wheat.

And hear a sweet 'I love you'
whispered in my ear
and walk beside you
in the arduous journey
of life.

Maria Gioia Benacquista