Time Capsule

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~ Chaotic Structure ~ #ebook #VersesInProgress by @LauraLME 

Long summer nights, thrown against the walls of time

Salty of sea breeze and tears

Wrapped up in waves of foamy water, under a red moon

 

Lazy Burraco afternoons, waiting for a new sunset

Slow conversations sticking on sugary tables of limoncello

Yellow patches dried up like sunny circles of regrets

 

Glorious mornings of awakenings, inside espresso cups

Smiles like “it’s always Sunday tomorrow”

 

Sparkles of light from jewellery and squashed cans

Glitters of momentary glitches in the system of life

Collapsing in wet castles of sand and tellina shells

 

Ferragosto of endless lunches and new friends

Hearts beating against notes, sung at the top of our lungs

Landing on pieces of glass and soul fragments

 

My mother’s eyes twin lakes of love, smiling reflections of forever

Holding my father’s hand in timeless promenades

I still see them, infinite tenderness of silent words

Everlasting

 

You were not here yet, wrapped up in the dream of tomorrow

Sculptured in marble memories

 

Encapsulated axes of a cylinder with curvilinear memories

Meeting at the origin of all those dreams, all those times,

When I was waiting for you!

 

 

 

 

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Whispers

Words like unconscious breeze,

Insinuations of unknown secrets

Shared through the walls of time.

Whispered through the trees Of our forests of sorrows

Us, Careless Inhabitants Of a land that does not forgive…

Wind of rebellious changes Blowing strong in circles of fire

Flames like hopes becoming bigger

Trying to fight the waters of pain

Our hands in prayers Wet of tears,

Every drop a new rain Falling on this army of souls,

Marching restlessly

Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent whispers, no vibrations

Whispers like silk and velvet,

Covering blankets of tomorrows

Hiding colors of rainbows In the deep wounds of our sky

Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels,

Embracing us,

Trying to heal the cuts Filling the voids

But We are all feathers

Quick flashes of lightning Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle

Consumed by the years Passing by, like sand, through the bulbs of an hourglass.

Verses In Music 

#AThousandSilentWords #VersesInMotion part 3

Bridge

Suspended,
on this bridge
crossing over life
Spatial excess
the extension of us
fluid and flexible
against the rigid chords of time.
Listening to thoughts
breathing ideas,
virtual reality our dreams
floating on waves of disbelief
landing on proposed realities…

Excerpt from “Floating”

#versesinmotion #AThousandSilentWords #poetryoftheunsaid

Laura≈LME ©

#VersesInMotion #AThousandSilentWords

 

Let's keep it %22human%22

Fighting pain
winning space
in that eternal moment:
Truth!
When all stands still,
dangerously fixed
on the walls of time.

Endlessly walking,
inverted pendulum of hopes,
losing faith
in circles of revelations
when all around is turning,
spinning fast
in everlasting spirals…

Excerpt from “Strength”

#versesinmotion #AThousandSilentWords #poetryoftheunsaid

Laura≈LME ©

#AThousandSilentWords

 

The sound of silence

Blanket of nullity,
no time,
it invades the space
swallows the voice
suffocates words
crushes the heart.

Soul’s cords vibrate
with no sound.
Only the blowing wind
in the chorus of wing-beats
through bare branches
on a carpet of leaves
of a winter garden

Still
Rigid of ice and frost
enchanted, taciturn
Icy colored flowers.
Sound waves
infiltrated
in a tissue of cries
heart-rending,

Sharp
locked
and through the cold walls
of uncertain times
the sound of silence
screams again.

Il suono del silenzio

La coltre del nulla,
senza tempo
invade lo spazio
ingoia la voce
soffoca le parole
stritola il cuore

Vibrano le corde dell’anima
nessun suono
solo i soffi del vento
in cori di battiti d’ali
tra rami spogli,
su tappeti di foglie
di un giardino d’inverno

Fermo
rigido di gelo e brina
incantato e taciturno
Fiori color ghiaccio,
onde sonore,
infiltrate in un tessuto di urla,
rimangono prigioniere
e tra le mura fredde
di una sera incerta,
il suono del silenzio grida ancora.