Category Archives: My poems

November English/ Preclude

Preclude = to put a barrier before; to shut out; to hinder; to stop; to impede;
to keep from happening or arising; have the effect of preventing:

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He couldn’t be captured in a phrase
Or one hundred…

He was like no one,

He was like a foreign country
That you travelled through
Eerie landscapes and glistening lakes
Towards horizons
Camouflaged in mists
Precluding
Happiness
once felt
And dreamed about.

He was like a giant umbrella
In bright colors
Protective of winds and shadows
Bandaging unseen wounds
In tenderness and
Love.

 

Scandinavia

 

Foreign country by Harald Sohlberg.

 

Crude autumn afternoon

In autumns
we follow the light…
We find it
shuffling her feet on leaves
early yellow
in despairs for winters.

It hurries onto
Your face
As golden as midsummer roses
Absorbing all the beauties
that were…

Press a little bit of it
Under the folded layers
Of your heart

To warm your fire.

 

Autumn by Peter Fiore

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn light By Peter Fiore.

blogdecompanie.wordpress.com/2015/09/19/autumn/.

 

 

Harbour flare

Harbours are places for encounters
We go there often.
We play a game
Of looking at ships gliding
Through foreign scents and mists
and amiable far-aways…

Water is a place for
life and dreams.

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Painting: Harbour flare by John Atkinson Grimshawn.

Inspiration: Moby Dick by Herman Melville.

Harald Sohlberg

Harald Sohlberg. I could write a poem for each and every one of his paintings.

A Moonlight with a Lighthouse, Coast of Tuscany ?exhibited 1789 Joseph Wright of Derby 1734-1797 Purchased 1949 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N05882

A Moonlight with a Lighthouse, Coast of Tuscany.

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What is the light without a moon

And the moon without the light?

The light is what we crave

But moon is what we see.

Me is made of many Yous

Me is made of many Yous…

You, astonished in desires
You, lost in stories of beliefs
You, in vapors of regrets for
Ancient remembrances of
LOVE…

Love is twofold when is given…

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You, perpetually startled at the quantity of
ME

Ivan Fedorovich Choultse - Sur La Corniche _Cote d_Azur_

Words by Iulia Halatz.

Painting by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé.

Engleza de august/ fogdog

Fogdog =  a bright spot sometimes seen in a fog bank.

First we sleep with windows shut to cooler nights and we guess the last warmths in the trees being kissed red and yellow…

Then the sun’s imprisonment in a casket of fog… October is the beginning of times

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Painting by Alexander Dzigurski.

blogdecompanie.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/love-is-the-fifth-season/.