Waiting for the sea,
mixed with oil, frozen,
let go
to the same drift of man.
Quickly disguised, this death has come,
escorted by screaming seagulls,
stopped by the stench of the restart.
Boat engines,
rejected the wave,
they crawled on the waves,
to capture the only good spesce.
Unscrewed the secret,
of the marine rottenness,
who loves,
who loves,
the green lighthouse
calls the missing ships
in the black horror. A larger area becomes that heart that chases away the gray spots
from its polluted surface.


Attesa del mare,
mischiato a petrolio, ghiacciato,
lasciato andare
alla stessa deriva dell’uomo.
Rapidamente travestita, questa morte arrivata,
scortata da gabbiani urlanti,
fermata dal lezzo della ripartenza.
I motori delle barche,
respinta l’ondata,
hanno strisciato sulle onde,
per catturare l’unico spesce buono.
Svitato il segreto,
del marcio marino,
il faro verde
richiama le navi disperse
nella nera orripilanza. Un’area maggiore diviene quel cuore che scaccia via le macchie di grigiore
dalla sua superficie inquinata.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joyce Bowen
    Mar 02, 2022 @ 03:36:15

    I think it was you who made structural suggestions for my writing. Please note that I simply try to bring the science down to a level others can understand. I try to keep it short, entertaining and informative and it does work well for me and my readers.

    Your poetry is lovely…


  2. Fairy Queen
    Mar 02, 2022 @ 08:10:37

    You can write and manage your blog in the best way you think is right. I occasionally give advice but I’m nobody. You continue as you want. Your followers understand you and you always be yourself. I don’t say anything anymore. It’s all OK. 😉


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