lunedì 30 dicembre 2024

 Happy Heavenly Birthday



In the quiet bloom, Her smile, a gentle whisper, Forever with us. Paolo Driussi.

mercoledì 25 dicembre 2024

 Christmas is over




Christmas lights fade Tinsel in the gutter now Silent winter night Paolo Driussi

lunedì 23 dicembre 2024

 December 23rd


Winter's breath so near Solstice past, the days now grow Silent night, calm peace Paolo Driussi

domenica 22 dicembre 2024

 December




Winter's breath arrives Pages of the year turn crisp Silent, snow reads on. Paolo Driussi.

sabato 21 dicembre 2024

 Only a few days until Christmas!




Snowflakes gently fall, Lights on the tree softly glow, Peace in every heart. Paolo Driussi.

venerdì 20 dicembre 2024

 Christmas Time





In the glow of Christmas lights, A man sits alone, through the silent nights. His heart echoes in the empty space, Yearning for warmth, a familiar face.


Snowflakes dance, but he feels no cheer, For holiday joy seems to disappear. In the laughter of others, he's left to roam, A solitary figure, in a festive home.


Yet hope whispers in the candle's flame, That loneliness, too, shall have its name. For in the quiet, he finds his peace, A moment to heal, where sorrows cease.

Paolo Driussi

martedì 17 dicembre 2024

 Christmas isn’t quite the same as before





Santa’s list is now automated with ChatGPT,
He works from Zoom, sipping tea, no need to explore.
His reindeer are drones, buzzing like bees,
No more silver sleighs in the night,
The elves tried to unionize, now they are free,
Amazon handles the gifts, all wrapped tight.

mercoledì 4 dicembre 2024

 That Blind Presence




Do you sometimes feel that there's
Someone with you?
Listening to every thought, even though
There's no one there?
Whether you are alone or among others,
There's that blind presence.
If you're one that feels
There's a someone
You're really not alone.
Paolo Driussi

 WEDNESDAY EVENING




The sun peeks through limbs of foliage, Casting a rippling glow on the lake. The shimmering reflection is distorted By the babbling of the frolicking water With a wink, a star blows a tender kiss On this Wednesday evening of December. Paolo Driussi