segunda-feira, 11 de maio de 2020

Buses in the Morning

There are mornings with buses
buzzing in the morning
and nothing else

Mornings for reading and thinking and
admiring, with nothing and everything
to worry about

45 minutes
of pure bliss
and nothing else

*
- Marco Tonanni
09/01/2019

No One

You
remind me of
no one

No one curious
or ingenious
or with that shimmer on their eye
with knowledge newly found

No one hideous
or gorgeous
or with that beautiful line on the
corner of their mouth

No one boisterous
or hilarious
or with that special and quiet
charm when in a crowd

No one pious
or devious
or with that particular view of what
should and shouldn't be allowed

I could go on
but truth is
that much and many remind me of
you and only you

Whomever you be
never forget
your own poetry

*
- Marco Tonanni
11/05/20

A Bar

There was a bar
in the way
of
everyday

Men and women and
fairies
inhabited
that bar

Magic everyday
I passed
by

Closed withou a
hi
or even goodbye

*
- Marco Tonanni
09/05/20