September is strange

lundi 10 septembre 2012

September is strange

September is beautiful

September is sad

September

Is beautifully sad

My thoughts

Wrapped up

In a misty sun

Dazzled by

The blurred vision

of a double warm sun

The Unknown

So familiar yet

An uncertainty

As well as a promise

Beautiful glorious and unique

With all its precious wounds

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John Domini a dit…: "Precious wounds," indeed. Complements.; 15 septembre 2012 à 16:59
Danielle a dit…: Thanks a lot John, for reading and for commenting!; 15 septembre 2012 à 18:41

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'The poetry of Danielle Baraka finds its roots in the simple gestures of listening both to the external and the internal world. It is marked by a strong visionary imagination that transports itself on paths crossed by ancient myths and legends that her verses clearly catch a glimpse of.
The death, the Loneliness, the Love, the existential condition of Man are themes which are dear to her, considering them sometimes from far, sometimes from a closer distance, as if being herself a stone pit, death or the shining sun.
An interesting, simple and minimal poetic : essential in style,
very deep and rich in content.'
(Federica Galetto (Nightingale) (Translator, collages artist and poet, author of 'Stanze del nord' and 'Ode to a nightingale'.)

Danielle's poetry [become who you are - Friedrich Nietzsche]

Over the Himalayas (October 2016)

lundi 10 septembre 2012

September is strange

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