Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Poets and Poems - Raffael de Gruttola


pen and ink drawing

from an open window
a woman
watches the world
of butterflies
transparent waves
of sun and air
in her gaze
a certain wistfulness

the landscapes
change
the soil is still
deep red
on the cement walls
staid epitaphs--

from her brush
black paint
drips...
from her lips
the memories
that mix
today with yesterday
trees with trees
and an occasional song

8 comments:

Pamela A. Babusci said...

raffael,

wonderful poem! thanks for sharing your talent with us.

hugs, pamela

Karen said...

A lovely feeling in this poem; I especially like the last six lines.
Thanks for sharing it.
Karen

extraspecialbitter said...

very nice!

Gene Murtha said...

hello Raffael,

the poem does start off a little
slow, but it does end well!

Gene

Tobacco Road Poet said...

I respectfully disagree, Gene. The pace or flow of the poem is perfect. I was intrigued from the beginning.

Jessie Carty said...

really like the ending :)

Liam Wilkinson said...

Raffael,

So glad you shared this with us, and thanks to Curtis for providing the venue! Beautiful work.

All the best, my friend.

Liam

snowbird said...

Raffael, This poem seems so different from what I've read of yours...so glad to have it, like seeing you in a different place, time. Many thanks, Merrill