The slice of apple we shared

Your voice when you haven’t spoken in a while
Your hands on my hands

The slice of apple we shared,
Mouths yearning the same glistening thing
And the finger you used to trace my shoulders

Two slanting arrows pointing to the heart.

Paolo Driussi

 November’s falling leaves.

It’s charming to watch you step gingerly,

To avoid the leaves.

That crackle below your feet as you proceed.

Delightfully, you turn to smile back at me

As if to imply foolishness, but with glee,

In the vibrancy of November’s falling leaves.

Paolo Driussi

 Into The Cold Black Night

The fire warmth stays in the room,

And the burnt coal goes up the chimney,

Into the cold, black night.

No light in the living room,

Just, the fire in the fireplace

With it’s heat flowing to me

Keeping me warm this dark, autumn night.

Paolo Driussi

 Shorter Days

Gold fish swimming in the pond.                                                                                   

Shorter days and a pleasant chill, 

The lingering aromas’ of autumn

Glide through the air.

Paolo Driussi

 Venezia 2004 

L’elettricità nella spazzola, nelle mani, in un pacchetto di sigarette

fumato in poche ore, nelle pagine spiegazzate di un quotidiano. I capelli.

Non riuscivo a dargli un verso. L’e-mail se ne stava lì, muta, nel rifugio

del mio computer.

 At Last The Sun 

The storm raged still

But there was shelter

Every raindrop a tear,

A cry

Louder and louder

Until there was nothing else.

Then there

A tiny spot of hope

Yes, at last the sun

Peeking through the clouds.

Paolo Driussi

Rome, Spanish Steps.

 In the pouring  rain on a cold dank night,

Black umbrellas darted here, there;

Trench coats' drenched sleeves, hems,

Trousers and shoes soaked in the pour

A blood curdling scream was heard ten stoops away.

Someone hedged swiftly into the dreary night

Running stealthily 

Toward his planned goal.

 

The policemen came, sealed off the area,

Ambulance siren screeched to the rescue

But too late, the young  man

Had already gone.

 

A passersby was  saying:

"He wore a brown leather jacket and blue jeans,

Blood dripped from his right hand".

 

The policemen began to inspect the scene.

A white line was drawn around that young man's body.

Paolo Driussi.