PURPLE TULIPS : TIME IS NOW, A POEM BY ANTONELLA DI SIENA

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.

                                            

Antonella Di Siena’s short 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)