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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