The Foreigner
the hills I climbed
yesterday afternoon
grab at my calves today
while I pull tales from the ether
all the characters of my design
living, breathing life outside of me
together the sky and I lie in striated shadow
in leaf litter beneath beech, between
siesta and understanding
alive and present, I let
all things slide back
to where they belong
and know I would scour
the sun’s forests
for you, my home.
The tristich form is a form of poetry that can mean a strophe or stanza – or an entire poem – of three lines.
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY