Fire adventure

There is something beside me
slapping my confidence away
And pouring water on my ambition.
The flame needs cuddles and soft hands
To rise vivid in the adventure
That each day has become.

Holiday consideration

The intense direct sun
Burns and melts my doubts away.
A life in the lab,
A life under the detached neon
Feels cold now and its value questionable.

 

Quality effort

I struggle natively to polish
The quality of my work that however
Can be judged and fall ill
with time and cultures.
In this spot of sunshine
I will now tender
the quality of my thinking
And the clarity of the ideas in the playground.

[tags postaday, poetry, writing, quality, work, thoughts, thinking, mind, efficiency, playground, ideas, innovation, proceeds]

Silent city

The silent city revolves
And concentrate its energy
in those who listen.
The empty streets at night
Leave room to mental wanderers
And part-time dreamers.

[tags postaday, poetry, writing, night, city, dreamer, wanderer, energy, recharge, mind, life, resilience, freedom]

Game changer

The inert sofa stands alone
In the sunny room
Waiting for me and my cup.
I am hugged by the grey fabric
while I surf
Those days and opinions
That left without leaving a message
But a deep mark.

Coffee drop

The switch to illuminate the day
Comes to me in a tiny Italian cup
And discloses the superpowers
I have always known I had.
The warmth amplifies its appeal
And embraces my laziness,
Reassuring my doubts,
And calling the challenges to me.

[tags postaday, poetry, writing,coffee, drinking, pause, break, energize, work]

Holiday mirage

I count the days
And the minutes seem not passing
To the first day of holiday.
I convince myself that each day is Friday
Yet the story is not finished
And another episode comes with the sun.

Forgotten PIN

Four digits that vanish in my memory
contain and guard
my pecuniary belongings.
Ranom numbers with no personality
pretend to lie in my mind
and sit in a throne,
the key to my values.

Water within

I sip slowlsy this day
made of too much talking
and too little fresh air.
I let no minute pass under my eyes
while the night rises
with its promise of companion and delight.

Numbers talk

My lips cannot pronounce
The impact of these numbers
But only imagine it and suggest it
With metaphors and little confidence.
Numbers talk to me
And they swirl into a portray of our future
That hardly graphics can describe.

Acid risk

The acid is added carefully
And the consistency gets thicker
As my releaf sets in.
Risks and danger always chase
The hands of a scientist
Even when her steps are certain
And the basis is strong.

Morning start

Silently the train approaches me
And the action starts.
The day and its plot are initiated
By my expert and warm gestures
Moving towards the lab.
Everything looks like yesterday night
But a wow is hidden somewhere
Also today.

Meeting etiquette

Your opinion is loud in your head
And will not rest
until it is shouted to those bosses.
The setting is absorbing the sounds
And the meeting proceeds
with no hype.
All are listening and pretending,
A few decide
On the apparent democracy.
Raising your voice is not welcome
And hiding your knowledge
behind a subtle question
might be your only expression.

Book reading

You are heavy and rich
Of a world that absorbs me
And to which my imagination is deeply attracted
At Any minute of the day.
The story is hanging
And the characters incomplete.
By reading, I fill them with me life
And complete them.

Pinky fingertips

Pinky fingertips of mine,
Who translate those windy thoughts
Into paragraphs of inspiration,
Hold me closer, please.
A day of difficult communication is ending
And another one will drain my blood
tomorrow.
Pink and gentle,
You represent me to the world.

Late discovery

Drops from my forehead
Fall gracelessly on the paper
And reminds me of the time passed.
Late in the night,
I will remember only the joy and the childish dubious faith,
But now the effort is real
And the struggle in my mental muscles.

Green Energy

On a lonely walk in the hills
I go picking scenes of naïve nature
And take them home
In my arms.
The power of the green
Cleans and restored
The energy we are born with.

Poetry jumps

I evade the white sheets
And the pressing characters
That ask for more writing.
No daydreaming is allowed at work
My hands are enthusiastic
And my heart jumps
When the free minutes combine
And the time for poetry comes.
I run, I sweat, I take off
For the holiday of the day.

Clashing alone

The canopy on my head
Dances thoughtless in this afternoon
And the single leaves hug each other
In a heartfelt choreography.
Nature outside me screams
And the concrete inside me clashes
While I climb
my contradictions and todays’s incongruities.

Horoscope mirror

Free Reasons and reassurance
In such a lost reality is sometimes found
Surprisingly in the horoscope.
With no intention of giving it value,
I find myself lulled by its promise
Of stability and periodicity.
What is a hard for me to interpret
Finds a silly explanation
And the atmosphere gets lighter.

Patience feed

With chocolate I feed my patience
Towards inefficient professionals
And cloudy forecasts.
They define and delimit my thoughts
Giving clarity
to what might need a decision
But can wait.
Differences reinforce my convictions
And the voice, trembling, will follow.

Academic career

I spend the time envisioning the future,
A decision is needed, they say.
The boundaries of decisions
And the rigidity of their mind
Scare me
And poke avidly my concernment
For the future
In a present that changes so fast.

Armour up

My skin is soothed
With creams and ailments
I carefully spread at night.
The armour is on
And the shield risen towards the coming sun.
Unreasonable demands and chaotic requests
Are bounced back by the integrity
of the protection I am wearing
And space is created inside and outside of me.

Energy crisis

I have no idea of what power
Is pulling the sun up today,
Across a deserted sky of summer loneliness.
I can estimate that strength
And find carefully inside myself
To push myself through the chores
Of the office, of the hobbies, of the marriage.

Surprises from the past

You have left that path behind
Your heavy shoulders
And could not imagine
How hard it was
Each step away.
When you dig into the novelty
Of the surrounding reality,
The old path sends a candid dove
Or a naive envelope
And the steepness you remember
Seems just a moment of transition
In life.

Business way

What if the give values
To your prolonged words
And keeps mine hiding?
The sense of knowledge
And the desire of integration
Control my behaviour
That becomes unnatural.
Unnatural is the way,
It is the business way.

Multidimensional Poetry

My thoughts travel like envelopes
From my mind through my arms
To the tips of fingers.
I read them out loud,
As only felt words can be,
And they cross the dimension of time
And travel into space
From this grey chair of willingness.

Active waiting

Little second and endless minutes
Of inactivity
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.

Surrounded

Time is not wasted,
As you think,
While staring at the horizon of today.
The mountains lay closer
And clouds are covering the sparse houses
And their lights.
Today, the valley is narrow
And hugs me with no escape.

Walking together

Leave me behind with no regret,
I will thank you when I will reach you,
Alone and proud,
Tired and older.
We share no path,
Yet we walk together,
And hold hands against the tide.

Limitless corner

Reason alone in a corner,
Curled up in thoughts of limitless costs
And added your innovation bloom
Like when you were
A just arrived first-year student.
Thoughts of Time and money
Chain your unique ideas
To a desk at the end of the classroom
Buy few steps
Will take you forward.

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