Smoke signals

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Smoke Signals

We send them out,
Sometimes half formed
Born before their time
Limping and gasping
Sometimes beautifully crafted
Perfect in their entirety
Soaring and rising
In their perfection

See me! They waft into the ether
Hear me!  Love, loss, laughter
Read me! Joy, fear, pain
Know me! A primal urge
I am, therefore
I write, therefore
I am.

M Brizzolari Dec 2014

The gift

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Dear friend

This gift I bring
Is just for you
To show my love
And caring too

It says you’re deep
Within my heart
Thought about
Loved from the start

The joy I see
Within your eyes
Is multiplied
By both our smiles

And when I’m gone
And far away
Our smiles remain
To cheer my day

As on the privilege
I reflect
Of hands that work
To gifts perfect

M Brizzolari 2014

Bicycle ride

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Bicycle ride

Flying over the rolling hill
Legs pumping
Feel the thrill

Up and down
Round and round
pedals racing
Dogs chasing

You can’t catch me!
I’m faster
You can see

Over the cobbles
Front wheel wobbles
Race on the tar
We’re going far

Margaret Brizzolari Sept. 2014

Long Distance Call

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Long Distance Call

I see your face
So close and yet so far
Reach out to touch
Wish I were where you are

Questions get
Distracted answers
Distance multiplies with
Sideways glances

Few minutes
Then I close the call
Sadness lingers
Longest of all.

Eternal Song

Eternal Song

Hush! Listen!
Close your eyes
And hear the chaunt
The rhythm of the sea.

Swoosh! Clatter!
Pebbly chatter
Each wave
A different key.

Soft she sings
Eternal tune
For those
Whose hearts have bled.

Loud she roars
Her brutal dirge
For those
Who mourn their dead.

When all are gone
And none remain
She still
shall heave and sigh.

But none shall hear
Nor linger near
To dream
Of days gone by.

Margaret Brizzolari
August 2014


Afternoon tea, every Englishman’s dream
Cucumber sandwiches, scones with cream
Boy, twelve, rapes girl, ten
What is happening to the sons of men?

County cricket so sportingly civil
A day at the races talking of drivel
Man knifes partner after stalking
And here we are talking

Of Big Brother and film stars
New diets and fast cars
Scratch the veneer and
The beast will appear

Violent, ferocious, voracious
Our appetites capacious
We turn upon ourselves
Feed upon each other

Note: This post was inspired by various news items on the English news. It could just as easily have been inspired by the news from any other country in the world. I’m not suggesting that the English are uncivilised, but that we all are to some extent. If you have an opinion, please make a comment. Thank you.

Posted on the run

Marry in Haste, Repent at Leisure

Recently I found, to my own chagrin, that this timeless adage applies not only to the most important decision of anyone’s life, but also to other, almost equally important, decisions. Here’s what happened.

About a month ago, in a frenzy of excitement about Poetry Out Loud and poetry in general, I decided to open another blog. It was a brilliant idea! A blog dedicated to poetry of all kinds, it would showcase not only classic poetry, but also the poetry that I found while browsing WordPress, and which I felt deserved to be shared.

It was so easy to click those buttons, and before I knew it, I had a name, theme and blog all set up and waiting to be filled. Ah! There’s the rub! Filling that blank page was not so easy. I hadn’t thought about the fact that contemporary poetry is still under copyright, and can’t just be copied and pasted. Scratch that idea. I don’t have the time or money to go the right route with that. That left classic poetry and WordPress poets, both of which require time and dedication to read widely and choose wisely. Time I don’t have.

I stewed over the site for a few weeks, anxiety eating at me as I thought of how I was wasting time while I frantically tried to fit in reading and looking for poems, neglecting this blog, my first love. In the end, there was only one thing to do: my new blog and I went through a brief and (relatively) painless divorce. I deleted it. It’s gone. I’m over it. So learn from my mistakes, dear reader: marry in haste, repent at leisure. Think well before you jump into a new blog marriage, or you may be regretting it before long.

Have you made any major blog mistakes? What have you learnt along the way? I would love to hear about it.

Update May 2014: Shadowofiris is exactly the type of poetry blog I had in mind. Visit there for poetry of all types and shades organised by theme (separation, acceptance, longing are some examples). I also love the poems about turtles.