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