Untitled in Blue #1 to W by Gabriella Garofalo

Mario Amé

Untitled in Blue #1 to W

Have you got time for a deep blue sky?

No, you are just waiting for light 

To rise among the branches while your days 

Fade in a shrinking desire, white with hunger 

And bodies, limbs call for a halt-

But why do you throw them away?

A big deal, as they went lost, left no trace, 

The first time, maybe a life with missing skies, 

When light kept stalking indigo winters 

For a hectic cold to gorge the skies, 

For life to skip dirty jobs, 

When light beholds briars, 

Then hides to scatter them, and you too hide 

In the blue soul desires,

Along with uncharted lands, ridges, or bays-

All right, no choice for you if she rejects new trysts, 

That bloody lair that won’t beget you, 

Just confident, cheerful, free people 

So very at ease in parks, pubs, their skin,

Then falling down, their dainty little demise 

So eager for a cup of coffee, and chit-chat, 

While watching abducted flowers close by,

Prisoners in a cage of spiky ribbons and plastic wrap-

Enough with ramblings, or waffle now,

Stop wasting time with those weird rhythm of days, 

She’s running away a bit upset,

And you, loss, stop shaking, get rid 

Of grass, branches, prophets’ fire, ask yourself

If it's fair game for the soul to be swathed in blue, 

Ask yourself if mothers are thirst or Lethes

When long white manes stalk and push her down- 

Look, Father, let’s face it, even the moon now

Swears she’ll never lie.

© Gabriella Garofalo

Gabriella Garofalo

Born in Italy some decades ago, Gabriella Garofalo fell in love with the English language at six, started writing poems (in Italian) at six, and is the author of these books: Lo sguardo di Orfeo, L’inverno di vetro, Di altre stelle polari, Casa di erba, Blue Branches, Blue Soul, and After The Blue Rush.

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