Neighborhood

Porch lights channeling,

Centering to a point in the distance,

Pathways catching light.

First little raindrops cling to a street light,

A street in a neighborhood silent at midnight.

Paolo Driussi

Things look better in the daylight 

Willow trees weep to a water's edge

Once his golden moon was shone down

A gleaming charm on silver lined sky,

His years of glory, eclipsing, rotating, 

My years on hold.

It took decades for my life to unravel. 

And when  it was fully a mess

It was too late to gather up the strings

And make something whole of it again.

I just ran around sighing, unraveled for a while,

Not sure how to handle it.

Then there comes a time when

You are lying awake at three in the morning

And it comes to you. 

You know it, somewhere in the recess of your mind,

That you’re unraveling. 

Then three a.m. turns to eight a.m.

And things look better in the daylight. 

You’re going to be ok. 

You pull your sweater tight against you 

And you go on not noticing the gaping hole.

Golden dust falls by leaves on a  path.

He stopped,

I go on.

Paolo Driussi.

 Hands in our pockets

I am no hero,

and I'm no antagonist.

I'm a common man at least.

In my dreams I’m strong,

But not now. I’m helpless now.

Then I’m waking up.

I try not to think.

Sometimes I just ramble, rant,

And laugh for too long.

But now our eyes focused on pavement,

Hands in our pockets,

Looking for the words

To feed strangers.

Paolo Driussi. 

Riding in the Rain

You are talking to a wall,

Take a deep breath

No need to go on 

About something so small.

You’ve made your point clear

Now let's drop it all.

Thunder echoes overhead,

White strikes to the floor

The thunderstorm is bred.

Paolo Driussi

First Dead Leaves

Falling raining
Splashing sound
The only noise to be found
In the colorless room

His story told through
A swift movement of the hand

But all good things must be
Short and memorable like a song.

Looking back with longing
I hope to find that song once more.

I asked if it was night
and you untied my blindfold
and showed me the day.

The dead leaves around us
contrasted the sky.

Paolo Driussi.

Riddles

Why must we be so
Imperfect, shallow beings?

Your meaning evades me,
But I adore you so.
For now I'll watch you.

Lift my heart up,
And send me more riddles.

Paolo Driussi

My silent melodies

As hard as I try
To photograph a rainbow
Away from the voices of roaring tongues
In the mouths
Of people who misunderstand
The silent melodies
Of my own still lips
Only make me wonder more.

Paolo Driussi