Sunday, 29 December 2024

Three Poems by Bruno Carlucci

 





Thirstblind

cracked lips
covered in diamond dust
conceal a tongue yellow
drowned in sand

a tear streaks across

seize it
don't ask yourself
what's next


Lime stones

held

within these confines
every blade of grass
every wave
and every gust that moves the sky
contains me
as a mist

lime stones surround me

as a mist
contains me
and every gust that moves the sky
every wave
every blade of grass
within these confines

sets me free



Tamarind For Columbia

clouds paint people red
as they burn as orange peel
and tamarind

as they flood the streets
like a haze

— they don't bring harm
or clutter of opposing sides

but candid joy
of youth and change of times


Bruno Carlucci is a professional musician, a published poet and an Amalfi Coast captive. He studied modern literature and visual arts at the University of Bologna (DAMS), travelled quite extensively, worked many jobs, experienced several degrees of loss and the joy of fatherhood. www.brunocarlucci.com




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