Sunday, July 26, 2015

souls in common



across the sky
the years
the miles
of a great divide
without saying
but knowing
perceiving  the bond
that just a few will see

across a country
a continent
an ocean
souls searching
without touch
embrace
or whisper

still a closeness
across the silence
the darkness
the shadows
unknown

similar dreams
light up a speck of universe
a candle flicker
a mirror image
one kindred spirit
or two in a life
finding some shared ground
symphonic similarities
songs sung in unison
answers to questions
no one asked

more déjà vu than coincidence
or memory
a waking dream
across the rippled expanse of wonder
the echo of a thought unspoken
the reflection of a rainbow unseen

unfathomable to all
but souls in common

Barry DeCarli
July 23, 2015 revised
On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA
©2015 Barry DeCarli





anime in comune



attraverso il cielo
gli anni
le miglia
di un grande divario
senza dire
ma sapendo
percepire il legame
che solo alcuni vedrà

attraverso un paese
un continente
un oceano
anime alla ricerca
senza contatto
abbracciare
o sussurro

ancora una vicinanza
attraverso il silenzio
il buio
le ombre
sconosciuto

sogni simili
illuminare un granello di universo
un guizzo candela
un'immagine speculare
uno spirito affine
o due in una vita
trovare un terreno comune
sinfonie intercambiabili
canzoni cantate all'unisono
le risposte alle domande
nessuno ha chiesto

altro déjà vu di una coincidenza
o la memoria
un sogno ad occhi aperti
attraverso l'ignoto distesa di meraviglia
l'eco di un pensiero inespresso
il riflesso di un arcobaleno invisibile

insondabile per tutti
ma le anime in comune

Barry DeCarli
23 luglio 2015 rivisto
Su Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

© 2015 Barry DeCarli


Monday, July 13, 2015

building walls


for Steve Byrne

sometimes
we build walls against the hurt
mounting up inside
as we trade our dismissed
worry for anger and pain

even as we try to hold back a flood
of obsession that wells up again and again
we don’t know what
our last act in life might be
or if anyone will understand
what we've left behind
or care

as our anguish grows
we add another block
to another row
until finally
we see nothing
but the wall that holds us in

Barry DeCarli
July 11, 2015
On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

©2015 Barry DeCarli


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

two thoughts


I.

no shimmering of wings
no light waking
no ripples on the shore
no avian symphony

what is lost
in this dark stillness
in this unhopeful silence

II.

sometimes it’s easier
to stop looking
for something lost
to forget
it might be there
close by
just under the moist
matted leaves

Barry DeCarli
July 3, 2015
On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

©2015 Barry DeCarli