Waiting for The Microscope…
Nothingness spreads wide,
drying the earth.
Slowly colors fade;
every leaf falls to the ground.
Once that recognized profile is seen,
the eye remains ever vigilant.
It perceives the presence,
the soul, now frozen,
still feels Life.
(So much so that it almost bothers it.)
Why do you ignore me?
Asks a shadow from the past.
Because you don’t recognize me?
A ray of sunshine asks
reflecting in a dusty mirror.
And yet, we are real and we are here,
heart and reason asking together,
can’t you maybe see that which has always been?
Look inside yourself.
Don’t you find, maybe, our name, too?
(In the desert, doesn’t a flower know how to be reborn?)
A scream rips the night,
breaking the emptiness of the silence.
Until the dawn of the next day.
December, 12 2020
photo: by the author
Waiting for #TheMicroscope (Some Call It Poetry)
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English translation: Starleen K. Meyer
Original Title: “The Microscope. Una raccolta di scatti immortalati con la penna” by Anna “Annina” Lorenzi.
Translated from Italian by: Starleen K. Meyer.
An “Original A19” Project – Anna “Annina” Lorenzi.
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