EMERGE, quadro di ROSE RITSON TRENWITH, Auckland, Nuova Zelanda

 

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DOORWAYS One way to go in one way to go out both narrow. The door stands ajar the exit way angels point at the clock over the doorway fiends block the way an archangel appears from the clockface the devil gathers his army  too late my angel gives a deadly injection for new life to help me leave quicker by the doorway which narrows to just my size and I push the door open with  a slow sigh. AERONWY  THOMAS

PASSAGGI Una  sola via per entrare una sola  via per uscire tutte e due strette. La porta è socchiusa verso la via di uscita angeli indicano l’orologio sopra l’ingresso demoni bloccano il passo un arcangelo appare dal quadrante dell’orologio il diavolo raccoglie il suo esercito                             troppo tardi il mio angelo inietta la morte in cambio di una vita nuova per aiutarmi ad andarmene più velocemente attraverso il passaggio che si restringe giusto giusto  per me e io spalanco la porta con un sospiro lento. Translated by: LIDIA   CHIARELLI

LIGHT BRINGER, quadro e poesia di ROSE RITSON TRENWITH, Auckland, Nuova Zelanda

 

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Light Bringer

By

Rose Ritson Trenwith

 What is my job?

What is my place?

A question that I ask and often face

There are some whom care not – no importance to them

But to me it is everything – from where do I stem?

You are a light bringer – this is your job

Your place among people – you must never snob

The world is needier day after day

For the souls that can do this – you are needed to stay

To help bring some love – show some light on the shadows

To hold up the walls of this fragile existence

You must try to stand tall – some would want you to fall

You are on the side of light – but must try not to fight

Just continue to be & help set some souls free

  22.6.07

YOU COME IN, BUT I AM NO LONGER HERE, poesia e immagine di ALEXANDR CHULKOV, Repubblica Ceca / Ukraina

 

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                       *   *   *

        Ты придёшь, а меня уже нет.
        Я – частица, энергия, свет.

        И дорога ко мне через мрак
        не объедешь, который никак.

        И тропинка ко мне через зло.
        Через тьму совиньона, мерло…

        Через горький мазут сигарет…
        Позовёшь… А меня уже нет.

        Я уже не прошу, не виню.
        Не пишу никому, не звоню.

        Не смешу, не мешаю, не злю.
        Я уже никого не люблю.

        Ты хотела услышать совет?
        Оглянись… А меня уже нет!

        Пожелай!.. Поцелуя, тепла…
        А меня уже ночь обняла.

         ALEXANDR CHULKOV    2006

THE MAGICIAN, quadro di GLORIA FABEL, Norvegia

 

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THE SORCERER

He                               He                               He

walks                           runs                             eyes me

nonchalantly                 to                                up and down

my way                        the next                        unexpectledly

picks off                      one                              inflicts

someone                      on                                vanishing trick

on my right                          the list                         

wham                          mustn’t                        and job done

bam                             waste                           ticks off

he’s gone                     time                             my name

crunch                         those                            before

scrunch                        who know                   jogging

then whirls                   wait                             off – on

towards me                  their turn                      again

                                                                      

                                                                      

twirling his                    he turns                    now you're here

magic stick                   like a top                  now you're not

turns away –                 throws stardust

to smite                       to dazzle

another day                         comes to a stop.               AERONWY  THOMAS

I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW, quadro di SHARON EBERT, Fiji

 

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SUMMER

 

Summer sky blue

Sea maritime green

Meet at the horizon

 

AERONWY THOMAS

 

ESTATE

 

Il blu del cielo estivo

E il verde del mare

Si incontrano all’orizzonte.

 

Translated by: Lidia Chiarelli

CLEARING, quadro di HELENA CARVALHO, Rio de Janeiro, Brasile

 

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WELL

 

From the bottom

Of the well

 I hear cries from above.

 

I see faces

Peering

Over the edge.

 

Voices call

 A rope descends.

Catch it if you can.

 

The shadows

Down here

Claim me.

 

Feet in water,

Something

Swims by.

 

If I crouch here

Quietly

They’ll go away.

 

                             Aeronwy  Thomas