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Poems

FRANCESCA PATITUCCI - ITALY

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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