Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Radiance


Reset the tune.

Dispel these crinkled songs
that choke our stride:

we want to climb 
the neon crescendo
in our ears.

We are the palpitating
accents of a flare

that will ignite
the gloomy tablatures
of speech,

and will decode
the life we've sown

between the lines.


Copyright ©2012 Anna Piutti

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Prelude to a Resurgence


Modulations of a heartbeat
vanish swiftly into the blindness
of a flat line.

I've been floating on the hem
of cloudless slumber

at the mercy of slack tide.

But when the sky vibrates
against the quiver in your voice,

the electric air will stain our skin
with chirping flecks.

And I will lean against
the livid screen of nightfall,
cradling the embryo of a storm.

And I will listen
to the lapping of the waves
singing back

to the vast untold.



Copyright ©2012 Anna Piutti