Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Good luck


You stand in silence,
frozen by the morning's glow.

You won't record those
red-framed paintings made of
sun and glass.

Impermeable, you won't absorb
pure honey from those
amber leaves:

you'll let them flee your tired
stare; you'll hear them rustling like
a butterfly storm headed nowhere but
towards its own swift splendour
(or perhaps, the iris in my eye).

And all the while you'll smile
like ice, utter to withdraw,
and carry on your strenuous quest
for something
everbright.


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Interpolation


As you speak
my veins resound
with the rippling voice
of a fibrillating metronome.
A blade-winged moth knocks
from within my chest, begging
for the comfort of my palm.
Now it flutters, now it tingles,
now it screams, “
Unchain!”;
and a breath sucks it in
just in time to purge it
of your words
and restore
the rhythm
of self.

Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Published in DY Magazine on June 1, 2010.
Please note:
the copyright date appearing in the magazine (2009) is the result of a misprint.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

May


A sky of moss coats lips and
broken breaths and
engines groan before such

traffic lights: the irises
of felines.

The thorny tongues we all so feared
have spread:

forget the key. We’ll thunder through
them hand in hand until we see the
bridge and maybe

I will freeze-frame that
wave again and

beg you
to forgive.


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Gasp


How could one not crave
the kind of truth that makes
trust skip a beat
and fall
amid wisteria storms
when the rageful season
swarms
and sneers, shamelessly
infesting the senses?


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Clarity


Was I thinking so loudly?

A heart absorbs the absurd
on a regular basis.

Primordial fears and poisoned
skies are

stage smoke;

but fragrant whispers from
your skin

are open windows
on relief.

And I see,
and I laugh:

I
know
nothing.


Copyright ©2006 Anna Piutti.


,,,

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Oneiric 3 (REM*)


I wish you knew

that when the light switch clicked,
I caught you checking your
fears in the mirror.

Behind the corner of
my eye, refractions of your
burnished stare

mummified perception.

Subtly blaming me of
blindness, you spoke
of lips sewn shut

and pain unscreamed.

I wish you knew

I never meant to
step so
close.


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

--------------------------------------------------------------------
*Definition of REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep.


The Role of Dreams in the Evolution of the Human Mind
(
Evolutionary Psychology 3: 59-78)
-------------------------------------------------------------------




,,,,