Purple Tulips, a Poem by Antonella Di Siena

Time is Now

Now it’s winter 

of biting wind

on the torn hazel tree

a flight rises 

with its desolate

and innocent cry

Those interrupted words

furrow in the air 

the lost perfume 

and the severed 

thoughts.

Next to the window

wet reflections 

cover the shadow 

of the lunar 

profile 

and in that game 

of mirrors

I lose myself 

in a back look 

that 

you don’t feel 

absorbed

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© Antonella Di Siena

Biography:- 

Editor of the International Review of Art, Culture, “LE MUSE”

Writer, Art and Literary Critic, Translator

Sociology Department-Neuroscience School

Social commitments.

Sacred Family Institute . Reception of disabled  

Family Organization for reception –(short and middle term reception for weak babies )

The Martinelli Rest House for Old People .

Activecitizen . Patient’s Right Tribunal  

 

 AISM Foundation