POEMS OF FRANCESCA PATITUCCI - ITALY

 

FRANCESCA PATITUCCI - ITALY

She is an italian author. She lives in Salerno (Campania - Italy) but she was born in Calabria.

She has been writing for several years, especially poetry. Teacher of foreign languages ​​and cultures. Lyricist for musical pieces. She has published two collections of poems and short stories, the third ongoing anthology and a fourth in collaboration with another author about social evils expressed through narrative and poetry.

Reviews books; editor of poetry collections; juror and President in Literary - Artistic Competitions. She has obtained numerous relevant awards in national and international competitions, including in English language.

In August she received the "Urban Festival 2024" culture award. Present in various poetic anthologies, monthly magazines and newspapers, member of some cultural associations and President of the literary, cultural and artistic association "Incontri diVersi".

Creator and President of an International Artistic Literary Competition in the 2nd Edition in her homeland, Calabria.

She collaborates with artists promoting the union between painting and poetry. She writes for a bimonthly magazine, “Agire Sociale”; writes monthly articles in the online magazine #noiqui; Administrator of an online literary group, she manages poetic and Literary workshops, dealing with Topics of social interest.

Writing is her lifeblood, she says.

LOVE FOR LIFE

Love for life

It's a window always lit

In the colder dark of nights.

It’s a sweet stillness always

evolving…

The lighthose of our consciences.

And the sweet murmur of waters

Now calm still lying on the moist

salt sand

Then they crash on rocks naked

violently.

And I immerse my heart in this symbiosis

That keeps me still throbbing…

Ditched to the invisibile wire…

It always held

My breath.

This is my love for life!

MISERLY YOU WILL GO

A shivering homeless guards his cardboard

As a precious bed

But if his friend stretches out Limbs on the ground

He gives it to him.

And you that hold riches, feelings

If you still have…

Possessions to embrace in your emptiness

Soul vault

You will feel no need to share

In the stingy righteousness of Your barren logic.

Than, to give others a piece

of you

It would be too human and Unbecoming

Poor man…

Within your lonely and rich walls

Of velvets and candelabra

There is no light to shine, not even For you

alone.

And when your last step yields to the

Divine world

Your memorabilia will remain Between the worms of time

To wear out…

And no one will mourn a foolish loneliness

Of a golden trench

But so shabby and useless.

Miser you will go to meet the ways

Of the beyond.

SUNFLOWERS OF LIGHT

Sunflowers of light

I saw a field of sunflowers

Under the immensity of blue skies.

Soon the sun will warm them

Until they burn

But the splendor will quench their thirst

At sunset...

They will be alive

And harbingers of the colors of gold

Of life which, in spite of Everything

Luxuriant unfolds

On our smiles.

They are sunflowers of light

Keepers of our steps.

Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter