WHERE DREAMS DWELL

So tremulously like a dream …

(“Clown in the moon” – Dylan Thomas)

In a separate world

dreams are alive.

Constellations of lights and

interstellar sounds attend their birth.

They creep into our minds

through a meandering trail

when the night is darkest.

Like dancing shadows

tremulous they enter

they play, mutate, dominate

are lost in dissociated sequences.

They plunge into the unfathomable

depths of memory

to emerge again.

And when the first blades of light

pierce the sky

they vanish … crumpled, shattered 

toward invisible horizons

in echoing silence

Lidia Chiarelli, Italy

Broken Images

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter…

(T.S. Eliot: The Waste Land)

Among  ears of wheat now dry

there are no red poppies in the fields

of this long hot summer.

The sun rises and sets

on a land of dust

on an endless desert.

And that dazzling light seems to burn

blurred memories and vain hopes.

Waiting for the evening shadows and

for a cool breeze that will not come

we can almost feel  how  time

shuffles and rushes

our fears towards the final collapse.

In front of us only a heap of broken images:

maybe that’s the last call to save the earth.

Lidia Chiarelli, Italy

Lidia Chiarelli (Italy) is one of the Charter Members of Immagine & Poesia, the art-literary
Movement founded in Italy in 2007 with Aeronwy Thomas.
Installation artist and collagist. Coordinator of #DylanDay in Italy.
Award-winning poet since 2011.
Her writing has been published in more than 150 International Poetry magazines and web-sites.
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