Angelo Rizzi
An endless day
I move slowly to the evening
of an endless day
indecipherable in its intentions
where ideas hibernate
to avoid drifting.
Sitting at my working place
people pass in front of me
in their own unique way.
I move slowly to the silent-point
where losses fall asleep
and existence catches its breath.
Anyone who passes
has an own grimace
a lifestyle
since time-clock
was invented
everybody slips
into the sandglass.
I arrive slowly
towards evening’s halos
where ideas thaw, crowd
flick again, find vocation
the breath of courage
transforming mysterious words
in a thin drizzle.
Ball of thoughts
With ease I throw
my ball of thoughts
to the cat
he will do
whatever he wants
while I calmly observe
the night tightening
and accompanying me
towards a new dawn.
Everything is silent
Notwithstanding around me
everything is silent
tight by the pungent cold
I feel emerging from the deep
that life warbles.
In the dark all silences are mine
the surf and the sea ink are also silent
while ideas come in single file
and the last leaves doze off
before falling.
Mystery
Although I only see
shadow of love
it is a sign of love exists
it is near
or nearby.
I feel
it’s trembling closeness
disguised
in the unknown’s folds
where I can shipwreck
or discover among meridians
a new land.
I discern it
it makes large circles
runs away flirty
a mystery
of burning lips.
Observations I
Ships pass
suddenly appear
from behind the peninsula
slip silently
towards shadowy horizon.
I always have a spare moon
to silver the undertow
and sleeping thoughts
among fibres of the night.
Observations II
Far away
where lights are trembling
once more ship pass
I just have the time to observe
when outside, immediately
rain stops.
Spark
Maybe, after midnight
in the darkness of this world
you will see a spark
it will blaze in fires of hilarity
so that it is not in vain
temporary acceptance
and as a breath it will appear
a shining piece of wisdom
to illuminate
the nothingness of dullness.
Sprouts
Muggy, the night
breathes slowly
it is a silent flower
it has an endless power
made for mute clapping
ideal to play chess
to love a woman
to read a book
it is a light humid blow
feeding
sprouts of words.
The silence of the planets
In this sleepless and quiet night
I write looking for rhymes
with the silence of the planets
and the invisible
my pen is a wanderer
in the echoless darkness.
This silence is a singsong
of ginger and rosemary
silence that refines desires
between attention, intention
and the serenity of these verses.
Transmutations 2
Habits chasing me since years
are coming to a death end
I would like then to transmute
adapting to inevitable changes
meanwhile, this night takes
a seductive shape of tenderness.
Laying words on a sheet
feeling last longer, emotions
expresses more freely
thoughts
until the choral words
reaches a deep mysterious ecstasy.
Angelo Rizzi, is an Italian polyglot poet. He has obtained two Degrees: in Arabic Literature and Italian
Literature at French Universities and a Master’s Degree in Italian Studies at the Manouba University
in Tunisia. He attended a UNESCO Congress (Paris) in 2006 on theme Dialogue between Nations
He has received 65 literary and cultural prizes and awards. He has participated in international poetry
meetings in Italy, Cuba, France, Monaco, Romania, Tunisia, Brazil, India. The «Academia de Letras
ALPAS 21», Cruz Alta, Porto Alegre, R/S, Brazil, named him International Correspondent
Academician in 2015. He has published 26 collections of poems.
