The Poetry Marathon

Que sera, sera/What will be, will be

A puppet or a puppeteer?

Which suits you better?

What do you choose?

Will you be with the pack?

Or a lonely and powerless wolf?

Will you sing in front of a crowd?

Or will you keep your talent only for you?

Will you be a guide for someone in need?

Or will you always hide in the shadow?

Will you be a great teacher or only a good student?

Will you fly high or hide behind the bushes?

Do you think that you have the answer to this?

No, you don’t, because only the future has it!

Meanwhile, you can wonder as long as you want que sera!!!

Source of memories

There is a place where

I would like to return.

It is my childhood’s lake,

a place where the sky met earth.

It is the lake from my neighbour town,

the beautiful lake where I swam

and where I was happy,

a place full of charm and of fragrance.

Full of childhood’s fragrances,

full of naive, but pure memories.

I would get reloaded if I came back there,

maybe this is what I’ll do in the near future!

Music box

Are you there for me?

Will you always be there?

I listen to my music box

whispering your love for me.

Now you are gone and I am silent,

surrounded by our memories,

overwhelming, but dear memories.

But I still listen to my music box.

Maybe because it was your first present,

maybe because I am delicate like a child;

I listen to my music box

screaming that you completely forgot me.

I still recover after our break-up,

but I plucked up courage to delete you,

I broke your box and bought another.

And now I listen to my new music box!

POEM OF THE SEA

Emeraud sea,

happy faces everywhere,

the heat is forgotten

and the sea is the protagonist.

Blessed soft sand,

surfers, swimmers and non-swimmers

having the same goal-enjoying themselves;

and umbrellas everywhere.

And I wonder-are we sinners

because of our too many wishes and needs

or only swimmers in life’s waters?

I tend to think that we are mere swimmers.

Anyone thinking something else?

You are free to contradict me.

So, who is pro and who is against?

Happily, we still have freedom of choice and of speech.

WHY?

Why did you leave without

teaching me how to forget you?

Why were you as selfish as not to

tell me the secret of erasing you?

I tried and tried to erase you,

but you left and left and just left.

Erasing you from my mind is no easy thing,

it’s much easier to remove a stain or a virus!

How dared you leave? What about

my tears, my longing, my need of you?

Are you happier now? or more accomplished?

Can you smile when I cry? can you do this? can you?

The four elements

Concert on the beach,

passion is rekindled,

the fire inside is growing,

lucky to have the sea nearby.

Pigeons are crossing the sky,

defying the hot sand under our feet.

Why don’t we also have wings?

I bet that we would use them better than Icarus!

I would have liked you to feel my pain,

but I still loved you and I would have

preferred to have once more your love.

My sadness was overwhelming after separation

but I forced myself to forget and to

learn to smile again.

I replaced tears with the endeavour to smile

and finally succeeded in feeling well again.

Although I needed you, I deleted you.

Yes, I erased you as much as I could

and went on, less naive, but still

with hope that the best is yet to come.

I wondered from time to time how you were

and what you did, but then rays of optimism

invaded me and showed me the way.

I learnt that with or without you

I can be strong, I can be myself.

And that my smile is as charming as always!

It would be great to have

a remote control for everything.

’cause everything will be under control,

will not move too much, will not deviate.

But everything would be much more static!

Nothing would be spontaneous or genuine.

It would be a frozen universe, that is why

I will destroy the remote control.

Human nature is more beautiful

after too white snow melts.

So, let’s take a chance

and move between the lines of life!

From the very first moment

I knew that you were my favourite one.

You were tiny and so tender,

you required all our attention.

But it was such a pleasure to play

with you after finishing homework!

You were my coffee-like little wonder

and I loved to hold you in my arms.

Caressing your caramel-like fur

was like touching fine silk or satin.

Your blue eyes were so expressive

and your tail was so funny.

I nearly forgot you and though

I can remember you in your first days of life.

You were my sweetest gift and you made

a part of my childhood so much more pleasant.

Cats were not your friends,

but you did not harm them.

When you died of old age

I suffered, I suffered very much.

But your memory is still present.

A familiar face-my face.

And yet not thoroughly known,

not even to me.

What a pity that I can’t see my face

when I sleep;

I am sure that it’s the most serene face.

My daily face is that of a person

who fights against time, fights to win time

because there is never enough time.

Maybe it’s not the most beautiful face,

but it’s a kind of face and I accept it.

Though, I would prefer my night face in broad daylight!