Coinvolta su Facebook nella maratona poetica DECENNIO DI AVVICINAMENTO DELLE CULTURE – Esposizione internazionale virtuale, sto pubblicando dieci mie poesie, una al giorno.
A mia volta, oggi ho invitato a partecipare Rosalba De Cesare
(8° giorno)
OBTORTO COLLO
a G.M.
Alzato il calice
com’eravamo soliti fare,
ho davvero udito
il cristallo vibrare?
Con lo sguardo umido
ho cercato
il tuo volto amato.
Sulle labbra
dal bicchiere
solo un sapore amaro.
‘Dove sei?’
Fu detto
o solo pensato?
‘Son con te, bambina,
non temere
non ti ho lasciato.’
Menzogna!
Obtorto collo –
come solevi dire –
te ne sei andato
senza far rumore,
una sera,
all’imbrunire.
OBTORTO COLLO
I raised the cup
as we used to do.
Did I really hear
the crystal clink?
With wet eyes
I searched
for your drink.
From the glass
to my lips
a salty taste rose.
‘Where are you?’
I asked.
or only thought.
‘I am with you,’
I caught
‘don’t worry
I‘m not far away’
Liar!
Obtorto collo –
as you used to say –
you had to leave
silently,
at dusk, one day.
Obtorto collo Is a Latin phrase used to indicate acceptance, against one’s will, of external impositions, in this case death
Immagine: John William Waterhouse (1900) Destiny
Stupenda, intensa🌹🌹🌹
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Grazie, Paolina carissima. Mi fa piacere ricevere questo tuo bel commento
Buon pomeriggio 😘😘😘
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🥰🌺🌻😘
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Thank you for re-blogging 🙏💜🙏
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I have had the experience of thinking I caught a glimpse of a departed loved one, but imagining the clink of crystal, and tasting the tears … What a poignant picture of grief. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much for this reflection on my poem. 🙏🙏🙏 Your comment gives it extra value
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Brilliant!! Love the surprise ending!
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Thank you so much for your kind visit, your appreciation and adding your worthy words.
It really means a lot to me.🙏🌹🙏🌹🙏
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Pauline is right. This is an intense poem. It packs a punch. Excellent poem!
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I am flattered. 🙏🙃🙏 You are so generous with your words, dear Priscilla.
Truly happy and grateful. 😘❤😘❤😘
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Molto bella
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Sono davvero felice di sapere che la mia poesia ti è piaciuta e ti ringrazio infinitamente per avermelo comunicato 🙏🌹🙏🌹🙏
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Bella, delicata.
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Grazie di cuore 🌼💜🌼
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ciò che accade d’improvviso sorprende e non pare vero…in ogni caso son convinta che certe “partenze” non equivalgono a un abbandono
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No, non sono un abbandono 🌹🥀🌹
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Really appreciate the translation of this powerful, evocative poem. Very well done. Also liked learning the Latin phrase.
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Dearest Pat, your comment makes me really happy, and I thank you very much.
As you know, it is not so easy for me to render in English what I write in a poem, and to try and keep some poetic devices. If you have any suggestions or corrections, please don’t hesitate to let me know 🙏💜🙏
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I can’t think of a thing. From what I can tell, you are doing it very well already, but thanks for asking. 🙂
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart 💖🙏💖
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Non esserci. A volte è una salvazione. Altre, un nuovo incerto inizio. Un bacio 😘💕
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Proprio così: in questo caso GM è morto, e anche se lo sento ancora intorno, non è più qui
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😘
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Reblogged this on Love and Love Alone.
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Thank you very much for reblogging 🙏💖🙏
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Forse il collo l’avrebbe torto bene bene!!
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😉🙃
Buona serata, Stefano caro ⭐🌙
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Bellissima Luisa, è un saluto ad una persona molto cara e molto amata… poesia struggente…
Un carissimo saluto ❤ ❤ ❤
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Sì, GM se ne è andato ormai da un anno, in punta di piedi… e ho ancora negli occhi l’immagine dell’ultima volta che ho potuto vederlo, in ospedale, e il sorriso con cui mi ha salutata
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🙏 abbraccio te e il tuo ricordo con tanto affetto, calore, rispetto.
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Grazie, Rebecca carissima 😘😘😘
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GM Luisa non sarebbe mai andato via, ma la vita non sempre scorre come vorremmo. Versi delicati che penetrano nell’anima. Un abbraccio!!! ❤
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Purtroppo se ne è dovuto andare un anno fa , portato via da questo assassino invisibile…🥀🥀🥀
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Mi dispiace tanto non immaginavo fosse così recente e a causa di questo incubo !!!
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A volte non ci si lascia mai………
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LUISA, THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS STORY WITH ME I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR INSIGHT ABOUT DEATH, LOVE AND FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TOPICS. THIS STORY BRINGS SOMETHING VERY STRANGE & ODD TO MIND. 💏 WHEN MY HUSBAND GENE OF 45 YRS DIED SEVERAL ODD OCCURRENCES HAPPENED, ONE BEING TWO DAYS LATER, I WAS UNHAPPY AND VERY SICK FROM LOSING HIM AND SOMEONE WE KNEW WAS ADAMANT ABOUT TAKING ME OUT FOR A RIDE, IT WAS HOT IT WAS AUGUST ALSO IT JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE GENE’S BIRTHDAY .I HAD AN OVERWHELMING FEELING TO OPEN THE TRUNK OF MY CAR AT THAT MOMENT AND SAID PLEASE OPEN ,NOW , INSIDE WAS ONLY ONE THING, A STRAW . THE KIND I WOULD BUY HIM ,GENE COULD ONLY DRINK FROM A STRAW & IT WAS TURNED TO ONE SIDE THE SAME WAY HE HAD TO BEND IT .NO IT WAS NOT THERE BEFORE HE DID NOT DRINK ANYTHING IN THE CAR EVER . I KNEW IT WAS A GIFT FROM BEYOND. THANKS LUISA YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME REMEMBER 💗🎶💗🎶😇
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Dear Sharon, what happened to you is extraordinary. A way to make you feel less lonesome, a gift of love. And I’m happy you took consolation from that.
A huge hug 😘💖🤗💖😘
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THANK YOU DEAR, YES IT MADE ME FEEL SPECIAL AND IT ALSO HAPPENED AGAIN THREE DAYS LATER BUT WITH HIS WHITE COTTON UNDERSHIRT , AGAIN I WAS WITH THE SAME PERSON AND AGAIN WANTED ME TO GO OUT FOR A RIDE, I SAID TO PLEASE OPEN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR & HURRY UP . LUISA, INSIDE ONLY ONE THING GENE’S UNDERSHIRT BUT HOW ??? ONE LAUNDRY EVER IN OUR vehicle . I GRABBED IT HELD IT TO MY FACE . I SWEAR TO GOD IT SMELLED OF ALL THE WONDERFUL PLACES AND THINGS GENE WAS AFRAID TO GO AND TO DO . LIKE THE RIVER, OCEAN, POOL, LAKE. OR CAMPING, AIRPLANE, GREAT OUTDOORS. I BELIEVE IT MUST HAVE SMELLED OF HEAVEN. MAYBE HIS WAY OF SAYING I HONEY GOD DOES FORGIVE & I MADE IT ,ITS BEAUTIFUL HERE .
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Another wonderful experience: they are precious gifts, heavenly messages that Gene sent you
Have a nice Sunday, dear friend💕💓💕
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🌄🎶🧝♀️🎶🌄🧝♀️
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Buon primo Maggio Luisa! 🙂
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Buon Primo Maggio a te!
“Chi lavora con le proprie mani è un operaio.
Chi lavora con proprie mani e con la testa è un artigiano.
Chi lavora con proprie mani e con la testa e con il cuore è un artista.”
(San Francesco d’Assisi)
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Parole sante, letteralmente! 🙂 Colgo l’occasione per dirti che ho appena sfornato un nuovo post… spero che ti piaccia! 🙂
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Letto!
Grazie 🙏💜🙏
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bella. Brava la poetessa.
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Ti ringrazio infinitamente: sei troppo gentile 🙏😘🙏
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meritati
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Grazie Luisa, partecipo!! Ho pubblicato la prima poesia, ma non so se va bene così!
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Benissimo: l’ho già letta e l’ho trovata molto intensa 🙏💕🙏
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