MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

The Wall Of Mystery

I t’s there

lying on the medow

quiet is the endless sea

and clear the sky

painted with white clouds

looking lke lotus flowers

just blossomed

The arms are open

stiffened the hands

tightening grass

and closed the eyes

as if dreaming

My body's there

not far from me

I look at it in disbelief

curious

and feel tenderness

for that sanctuary

there defenceless

there to offer itself to the earth

be swallowed by the soil

for so long trampled

I wonder what to do

where to go

while looking around

people known and

unknown

observe me

some smiling

others with expressions of surprise

or wonder

on their faces

I recognize my father

among them

his eyes for long thought

closed  glassy are there

to welcome me

to tell me I've crossed

the wall of mystery

@ Maria Miraglia

Of Heaven And Eternity

A bare room

a small wooden crucifix

hanging on the white wall

and a dim light on the nightstand

that makes wider and deeper

the sense of void around

only his laboured breathing

breaks the deafening silence

His sudden strange wince

makes me feel a chill

run along the whole body

I ring the bell there beside

his face paler than ever

his hands in mine

cold as fresh snow

Is the Grim Reaper ready

for his last journey

respectful of the moment

I stay there waiting

when unexpectedly

his eyes open wide

as looking for someone

he had just met

Where I am

where are mom and dad

Andrew says frightened and

in a weak voice

The room is now crowded

of doctors and nurses

that murmur each other

he is back he is back

A few moments in a whole life

that told of Heaven and Eternity

@ Maria Miraglia

Monologue

The sea is quiet

motionless as a flat table

painted of azure

the sky mirroring in it

while a flock of birds fly away

in search of the warm

The air is fresh and

the twilight draws

an eve rainbow

in the sky with shades

of white and gray

An unusual silence can be heard

not even the last yellow leaves

move from their sad branches

And me with my Self

asking thousands of things

I can give no answers to

The whys of the days

some sad other merry and happy

as the changing of the seasons

is the fate the absolute master

of my life or it all depends on me

is it up to us to pursue our dreams

or accept everything just as it is

Fading the dimension of my identity

detached from all the rest

almost melting

into the uniqueness of the cosmos

so deep the thought

of all that may be beyond

the human knowledge

am I at least a meaningful tiny thing

in the infinite space

My inner monologue lasts

for long while

a strange almost frightening feeling

fills my whole being

The colors of the late afternoon

have turned into dark and

the first drops of rain are falling down

My hair wet and my face too

I give a last look at the scenery around

and go

@ Maria Miraglia

MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA: Educationist, poet, translator, peace activist, Maria A. Miraglia was born and lives in Italy. Graduated in Foreign Languages and Literature from the Aldo Moro University of Bari, she got an HLC,  high level certification in language skills, from the  Trinity College of Edinburgh, a master’s degree in Evaluation and Assessment from the Aldo Moro University of Bari, a master’s degree in Teaching of Modern Languages from the Unitre of Rome. Ministerial lecturer for teachers of English language. On a project of the  Italian Department of Education, she attended a refreshment course for language skills at the International House, London. For a long time a member of Amnesty International, she herself founder and chairwoman of World Foundation for Peace, member of the International Observatory for Information and Human Rights. Founding member and literary director of the Italian cultural association P. Neruda, honorary member of Nationes Unidas de las Letras, advisory member of the editor board of Galaktika Poetike Autunis, member of the editorial board of Ourpoetry Archive, member of the editorial advisory board of Sahitya Anand. She collaborates for poetry with numerous national and international newspapers and magazines. Her poems have been translated into many foreign languages and are collected in numerous anthologies. all over the world. Author of Petali tra le Nuvole, Whispers from the Blue, Dancing Winds, Seagulls in the Blue, Le più Grandi Opere del Poeta Laureato Yayati Madan  G Gandhi Tradotte in Italiano da Maria Miraglia, author and editor of Antologia Poetica. She has received numerous national and international awards and recognitions.