Friday, 8 September 2006

Gasp by Anna Piutti

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

Anna Piutti, Vicenza, Italy

4 comments:

Juliet Wilson said...

I love how Anna uses language in this poem.

jim said...

The language is tremendously powerful, evokes the direct experience, and so efficently spoken.

Neil Furby said...

we pin our tags of trust on the cliff top called hope
but the life weather clock ticks on

Billy said...

Lush sounds for the tongue and the poetic mind. I LOVE this poem :)