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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
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4 comments:

  1. Crafty Green Poet11:50 am

    I love how Anna uses language in this poem.

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  2. Jim7:44 am

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

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  3. Anonymous8:06 pm

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

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  4. WH2:29 pm

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

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