Haiku by Laura Marino Trotta

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the sky darkens

till it’s shut out —

stale bread

November in my bosom —

touching a new silence

of grey silk

autumn’s eyes —

long rainy roads

without a voice

flightless sky —

white notes of silence fall

I cultivate darkness

in the silence of my

vast garden

two lamps lit

in the evening —

the dark all around

silk rags

the memories in the night —

scattered coins

snowy fields —

a knot of silence

blocks my thoughts

flowing water —

the late autumn light

is gentler

wild plants

in the cracks of the walls —

motherless

pitch-coloured sky —

all the light behind

waits for the morning

distorted note —

surrounded by the sun

the empty chair

asphalt night —

voices in the silence

rust and wind

bitter almonds —

the lights under the tree go out

windows lit

on others' lives —

night all around

solo violin —

the wind bends the branches

towards autumn

the wind drops —

in solitude

the last wheat spike

flaxen sky —

I sow yellow primroses

between the wrinkles

winter kiss —

the snow falling slowly

between earth and sky

fallen veils —

sunsets in the eyes

on a grey wall

no more sky —

the heart confused by

asphalt meadows

in the dry grass

crows two by two —

lost memories

 

 

Laura Marino Trotta was born in Rome, she then moved to Florence to attend the Faculty of Agriculture and, subsequently, the Academy of Fine Arts and the Free School of Nude.

Various work activities have followed one another over the years, while her search across multiple expressive possibilities and her commitment in the Third Sector have remained constant over time. haikua

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