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mattina
by Maria Massarellaagile brush of passerine wings
glide morning goldness
fluted the blackbird's song
leaves murmur verdant bliss
an aria of light divine
melodies the spirit
primavera
decants drops of etherness
upon my breast
*m.angelina
04/20/2008 Author's Note: mattina ... 'morning' in italian
primavera ... 'spring'
Posted on 04/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/20/08 at 03:58 PM ...mattina(s) have been looked at by me, but golly gee, i never saw them, even in reflection--like now, until this lil' expressive pome, i keep reading it...charlie |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/21/08 at 07:51 AM This one is incredibly beautiful, Maria.... and so beautiful, just like your soul.. alisa ;-) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/21/08 at 01:38 PM You have filled the air with a morning melody that lifts up the spirit and puts a song of praise to God of all beauty from the heart! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/22/08 at 01:15 PM melodies of the spirit indeed, when your pen comes gliding with your observant spirit, angel ;) |
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