"Still Winter"


Here is the path of hundred poems

to words chanting to gods

of winter winds and rivers

Stems of clouds

Dew and dust

Lovesick tree roots

Piercing down

to the center of earth,

like invisible threads

to the depths of the universe

Such a long pungent silence

traces these lonely stars

These days after nights

of days in tears

building unrelentingly

the walls of sunless solitude,

Like raptured desires of light

Still winter,

stumbled upon

agreed upon

remembered upon

as we are running away from time

with blue poems echoing within


poem & photography by Marco Pignataro




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