Friday, 24 January 2025

One Poem by Bruno Carlucci

 






Shipwreck

your dad took a big scoop of silence
and poured it right there in the center

as if the Pacific and the forest
could do the talking

as if the buzz that came from
input overload was enough

— in a home pregnant
with toys and preschooler pep

you proceed and pretend
in these depths

as what used to move us
sinks into oblivion

— there is something mesmerizing
to find in submerged stillness

but this is not it
this is slow motion drowning

and we're not dead yet


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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