MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

AN IMAGINARY JOURNEY

Starry the sky tonight

and mild the air

that slightly comes

from the open window

silent the world outside

while lazily I look

up to the fascinating view

of the bright little lamps afar

to be instantly captured

in an imaginary journey

through new worlds and galaxies

and endless spaces

A sense of wonder mingles

with a never known feeling of pride

Men....parts of such a great design

Long gone are the bad moods

of the past days

a strange quietness invades

my lonely soul and

I breathe deeply

as if to enjoy to the full

that sense of eternity

@ Maria Miraglia

RED

Red is the colour

of poppies bending

to the valleys breeze

and of roses in May

spreading their  scent

all around

Red is the blood

of the Syrian children

in thousands dying

under the bombs

as rain falling down

innocent lives broken

in their green ages

as tender branches

before blossoming

cut down

Red the blood of their mothers

screaming in pain and crying

barefoot walking in search of food

amid the rubble

of the destroyed towns and

gutted houses

Red is the blood

of the fighting men

waving flags of unalike colours

Red are my eyes

for the anger

in front of the human folly

@ Maria Miraglia

A NIGHTINGALE

I met a little bird one day

slowly walking in a meadow

his head bent on the grass

lazily chirping

A strange scene

I said to myself

and stayed there curious

looking at him

Both his wings were snapped

and sadly

often he glanced at the sky

where flocks of nightingales

were happily flying together

forming large circles and spirals

on the background of the light blue

just dyed of white clouds

I approached the bird

picked him up in in my hands

talked to him and

said I would have taken care

of his broken wings

he'd have soon come back to fly

and so I did

So much time has gone by

and I cannot say how or why but

he stIll stays with me

sweetly singing among the trees tops

of my garden.

@ Maria Miraglia

WRITE FOR ME

Write for me a love poem

when the moon

her maids calls to stud

with shining pearls

the dark dome

Write for me a love poem

when the winds

gently move the treetops

playing romantic serenades

Write for me words of love

when the waves

like joyful children

each other chase

And

at the first lights of dawn

whisper to the finches and sparrows

your most beautiful rhymes of love

like messengers they’ll come

to my window

singing their songs

to tell me of you

Collect for me

the sweetest words of love

when the morning dew

gently awaken

with its light touch

the still drowsy flowers

in the endless fields

And still write for me words of love

when the sky

on the horizon

in its endless embrace

the sky kisses

@ Maria Miraglia

IT WAS DAWN

I decided to go, at last

to get out from that house

which had been for so long mine

heavy and grim the atmosphere

divergences and aloofness

great like mountains

never a word of love

never a smile

but silences

The only deliverance

from the everlasting oppression

to run quickly away

and the day came

It was dawn

the first day-lights peeping

from the horizon

and aimless

i closed behind me that door

only a lean cat in the Avenue and

just some streetlights

still lightening the houses

inside me a faint hope

to hear a familiar voice

crying out my name…

Not far the sea and its waves

rhythmically breaking

against the rocks

I found myself there

shivering with cold

yet could clearly hear

coming from the deep waters

a caressing voice

and I let me go to its inviting call

My heart stopped beating

my lungs breathing

but I could see

shortly after

some passers-by

looking at my lifeless body and

from a distance hear

their voices whisper

a drowned man…a drowned man

@

Maria Miraglia

MARIA A. MIRAGLIA: Born in Italy, has an expanded consciousness and considers herself a cosmopolitan. She loves travelling and interacting with people from different backgrounds and cultures. A long time member of Amnesty International for the defense of Human Rights, she  herself  founder  of World Foundation for Peace. She graduated in Foreign Languages and Literatures and got a Master’s degree in Evaluation and Assessment at  Aldo Moro University of Bari; a Master’s degree in Teaching of Modern Languages at the University of Rome and the HLC (highest- level Certification) from Trinity College-UK. Maria taught in public high secondary schools, was lecturer in courses for post-graduate students, in courses for language teachers, was tutor in English, Scottish and Irish colleges for Italian students and collaborated with the Department of Education for studies and projects relating to international language certifications. The spirit of the poetess, essentially melancholic, lies primarily in the ability to let herself go reaching the depths of the Self, reflecting it and then detailing it in poetry. Often her introspection goes beyond her own, single identity so touching themes and issues common to the modern civilization; her verses unfold inside the human dualism carnality spirituality, often suspended between alchemy and suggestions. Time is crucial in her lyrics that from the images of the past get to the present, diving in the desires and dreams that currently characterize her life. The verse is free, full-bodied, unique, and expressive; dare I say without veils but also measured though the feeling that it occupies, shows her poetic where the narrative too excels. Dr. Maria is a sensitive poet whose poems weave the patterns of life in various hues; there is pain balanced by joy of being; with her words soaked in sweetness and kindness, she sprinkles on life the stardust of hope and positive affirmation of life. Nothing is to be rejected in life; not even rejection. Whatever comes to us must be accepted. Acceptance should be the ultimate reaction of man to what happens to him. This is how Dr. Maria Miraglia plays with words, ideas and their essence, and makes immortal very simple experiences of life. Maria A. Miraglia is a prolific poet whose poems have found pride of place in Petali nelle Nuvole published by Rupe Mutevole, Parma, Italy-  presented at the book fair of Frankfurt in October 2014;  Whispering Winds , International Anthology of Poetry; World Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace;  Muse for World Peace, 2015,2016 editions; Just for you my Love; Anti Terror y Paz Antologi, IFLAK 2016;  Anti  Terror and Peace, IFLAK Anthology, 2016;  A New Ulster. Author of  Le Grandi Opere di Yayati Madan Gandhi. She  participated at the 34 KIBATEK International Poetry Festival of Arts in Istanbul to represent Italy for poetry, 2014  and at its 38 edition in Izmir 2015 to represent Italy for poetry. Author of Antologia Poetica which collects the work of poets from the world, all guests of the international festival for poetry held in Italy in February, 2016 that sees her in the function of    organizer of the event and publisher. The poetess is the founder and literary responsible of the Italian Cultural  Association Pablo Neruda. She collaborates  for poetry with Margutte a Cultural Italian Review , with Express, an International Journal of Multidisciplinary Research, The International Peer Review and other  magazines. Apart from this, Maria also had the honor to be chosen as a featured poet in Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry. She is a contributor to many poetry groups pages both in English and Italian. Some of her  poems have bee translated  into Spanish language, Turkish, Macedonian, Albanian and Azerbaijani languages. She was conferred several national and international  awards and recognitions for poetry. Herself an avid reader of Poetry, Maria’s racial stock bespeaks of her literary lineage. She comes of classical culture, with a father painter, who was a lover of literature and occasional poet himself, probably, she was impelled to turn into verses her inner feelings as a result of her trip to India where she met a friend poet and knew some others as well. Could this be the reason for her approach to poetry? She thinks so. But, maybe it is also because of an unsolicited or invoked gift: Inspiration! She loves to remember what a dear friend poet of hers once said: there are no studies to make poetry because it feeds on observation and reflection. As to her, to devote oneself to write verses, is also "a bit like bending on myself to better listen to the whispers of my soul and read in its more hidden and secret meanders. It's sometimes a kind of catharsis, to turn our gaze inside to grasp the most intimate emotions". Of course, poetry is not only this. She believes, that it brings along something magical when she asserts "you can write in some moments and maybe good things, but only when you feel called upon to do it".