Thursday, 25 May 2023

Five Poems by Joseph A Farina

 



senescence

 

she has Jesus on the radio

and his picture on the wall

looking over her small room

she sits and reads her bible

waiting for the phone to ring

 

every table carries photos

of her children young and grown

they all smile at her from frames -

given to her once each year.

she looks at them while praying

her hand outstretched to touch them

almost like a blessing

to reach beyond their stillness.

she prays for their salvation

ignoring their indifference

 

she puts down her bible

turns off the radio

looks at Jesus smiling

and all the faces of her life

composure in  her stillness

waiting for the phone to ring.

 

 

panorama

 

lake waters to horizon, brushing clouds

 

 

anziani

 

they count each day

between trembling fingers

like their worn rosaries

recite memorized prayers

in their birth tongue

as they attempt to taste 

recommended nutrition

from meat and alternatives 

fruits and vegetables 

grains and starches, fluids

and alternatives to extend themselves

choices make differences

they are told repeatedly

sitting waiting for a metamorphosis

they know will never come

only their childhood prayers comfort

where angels guard them

saints advocate their case

their heavenly mother

holds them in her arms

memories of a god smiling

formed in the crucible

of an infants prayer

 

 

paper kisses, memory embraces

 

trying to capture your memory

like a painter with oils

I put to paper in black ink

your inner soul in words

used phrases poets prize

to keep your memory alive

words that flowed like you

on that summer's day 

 

but a sheet of paper can't kiss you

nor can a memory embrace

 

 

black magic targa

 

first corvette of spring

corner of east and London

metallic black like the

lust in my soul to be its driver 

the sounds of 60s car songs

return to complete the ritual of 

owning the streets in muscle machines

clutch girl co-pilots  riding beside me

mini skirted ,slipstreamed hair

the need for speed never dying

the dream of cool forever , waiting

under the hood of that black corvette

 

 


Joseph A Farina is a retired lawyer in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. An award winning poet. published in  Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine,Lothlor8an Pietry Journal, Ascent ,Subterranean  Blue  and in   The Tower Poetry Magazine, Inscribed, The Windsor Review, Boxcar Poetry Revue , and appears in the anthologies   Sweet Lemons: Writings with a Sicilian Accent,  canadian Italians at Table,  Witness  and Tamaracks: Canadian Poetry for the 21st Century .  published in U.S. magazines   Mobius, Pyramid Arts, Arabesques, Fiele-Festa, Philedelphia Poets and   Memoir and in Silver Birch Press  Series. He has had two books of poetry published— The Cancer Chronicles   and   The Ghosts of Water Street.


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