Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Michela Zanarella writes

Like trees

They have piled up
like trees
in this world
that knows of fights
and gaping bones.
My shape insists
on removing losses
in a sky that dies.
And thin it becomes ashamed
of the blood that is repeated.

(Come alberi

Si sono ammucchiati
come alberi
in questo mondo
che sa di risse
e di ossa spalancate.
La mia sagoma insiste
ad allontanare smarrimenti
in un cielo che muore.
E sottile si fa vergogna
del sangue che si ripete)

Image result for woodpile paintingSheep And Woodpile -- Suzanne Marie Leclair

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