Maria Gioia Benacquista


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Poetry

Poetry
Maria Gioia Benacquista

20.11.11

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 …



18.11.11

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!









9.11.11

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.

 

 

8.11.11

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.



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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.




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