Primordial longings
through colour glorious power -
a whiff of childhood.


Pastel, powder, pale,
pearl blue in the winter sky -
celestial artwork.

Grey veins, majestic
wisdom, crystal lore written
on stony pages.





Antique wooden shelves -
on family pictures, the
dust of memories.

Dark menacing clouds
dense sooty spirals haunting
desolate soulscapes.

Keeping my balance
on the edge of consciousness -
broken-heartedly.

In a light blue frame
of glitters at sunset - the
pink skyline blazing.

Child's purest joy whilst
savouring breakfast - I sense
your frisky frailty.

Silvery quivers
brush the copper fresco of
autumnal sunset.

Softly penetrate,
fire up the sapphire depths of
your soul - love letters.

Bunch of gold asters -
mum and dad's contagious smiles
shine brighter today.

Vessels breach haloes
of vibrancy tracing trails
of trust - enchantments.

Shivery shimmers
in the shadows, silently
the waning moon smiles.

The wind ruffles the
sparse auburn mane of autumn,
shedding tears of gold.

This Haiku was posted on PureHaiku (www.purehaiku.wordpress.com) today!

your mouth is the bow

that prints its melodies on

the strings of my heart

© Claudia Messelodi 2013

 

At Dragonscale Clippings (www.dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com) you can also find a review of my poetry collection "Variations" written by Freya Pickard, take a look! I feel so elated, thanks so much dear friend!

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Bite Sized Blog Tour's third day at Dragonscaleclippings www.dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com !

Wednesday Words – Excerpts from Variations of Sky and Soul

Welcome back to Claudia Messelodi’s Bite Sized Blog Tour…

Here are two of Claudia’s poems from “Variations of Sky and Soul”.

Fusion

Nurturing notes

exhale out of the enticing bow,

penetrate

into soothing verses,

let them resonate

as vibrating strings,

shaping a transcendent whole,

merged together

as the most perfect

union ever,

of music and words.

Mediterranean landscape

Sunbeams filter through

the peacock blue shades

of the olive tree branches;

embrace

luxuriant orange and lemon saplings,

exhaling sweetish fizzy fragrances;

caress

smooth emerald green palm leaves,

swaying in the calm breeze

as freshening fans –

out of vermilion chilly bunches,

burst fireworks

of excitement and colour.

My poetry collection "Variations" has been awarded the first place in the section "Impressionist poetry" of the National Poetry Award Leandro Polverini in Anzio, Rome!!!
Here is the explanation given by the panel of judges:

"L'Autrice scandaglia con penetrazioni lunghe, immagini impressionistiche, rimozioni strappate, ironia e caparbietà sofferta, l'unico mondo possibile laddove ci consegna un testo che, nella sua proteicità di forme, suscita un profondo interesse per il tentativo d'impostare un discorso capace di slegare dalla realtà, avviluppandoci ad un realismo mitico che è un luogo del tutto diverso e altrettanto concreto della realtà quotidiana."

 "Variations of Sky and Soul" is on its Bite Sized Blog Tour's second day. Please visit www.dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com to find out more!

Wednesday Words – Introducing Variations of Sky and Soul

I would like to welcome Claudia Messelodi, the author of Variations of Sky and Soul. This is Claudia’s second collection of poetry to be published in 15 months.

Nature, its beautiful landscapes, the fragrances, hues and scents of its elements, inspired Claudia to write “Variations”. She tried to capture the rhythms of the natural world, its sounds and music, along with the brightness of its colours and chromatisms.

She found herself positively affected by the writing, uplifted by the throbbing sense of life and the vibrating energy exhaling out of words and phrases. Through this work, Claudia wanted to convey the mystery of life, the transient state of time and existence, the unveiling of interior truths, which, as violin notes, echo within the lyric poetry of nature.

She has no particular discipline when she writes. She just follows inspiration and listens to her interior voice. Claudia often writes late in the evening before falling asleep, when her family are in bed and silence and calm eventually reign in the house.

Claudia has been listening to a lot of classical music recently, as well as jazz music. The last book she read was a poetry collection entitled “Musik des Einsamen” (Music and Solitude) written by the German writer Hermann Hesse.

If you would like to find out more about Claudia and her poetry, before next week, please visit a stream of small stones Come back next Wednesday for some excerpts from Variations of Sky and Soul. If you would like to read one of the haiku from her collection, please visit purehaiku

© Freya Pickard 2013

This haiku has been posted today on PureHaiku (www.purehaiku.wordpress.com)! I thank you heartily, Freya Pickard!!!

no more time for love

heavy inside my pocket, harsh

memory stones hurt.

© Claudia Messelodi 2013

My Bite Sized Blog Tour has started toaday on Dragonscale Clippings (www.dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com) ! Here is a beautiful Cento Freya Pickard wrote about my poetry collection "Variations". Huge thanks, Freya, for hosting and supporting me so much!

Cento – Variations of Sky and Soul

my naked feelings

wounds turned into glass

as sharp swords

imprisoning one’s mind

the song of the leaves

tiny white petals cling to

my dreams, your touch feels so soft

enraptured fingers

pull back the curtains

as a reborn hope

© Freya Pickard 2013

Di vita vibra
la furia di fantasie -
l'onda s'infrange.

Night chill - vitreous
streams through stiff veins; my choked words
spill solitude drops.

Vuoto - singhiozzi
in una plumbea notte
di luna piena.


Pelle bruciata -
ferite rattoppano
il mio dolore.

Papier d'ivoire à
côté d'un stylo - entre
nous, correspondances.

Distese in fiore,
trilli trasvolan cieli
tessendo tele.

New Beginning - Tanka

Thorns out of my heart
I take deep breaths of crisp air,
chest tightness loosens.
Wading through soul's next season,
get ready for a new start.

My haiku has been published on PureHaiku today!

Here is the link: www.purehaiku.wordpress.com

 

 

just before dawn – when

the moon fades, we listen to

the song of the leaves

© Claudia Messelodi 2013

Waves and reflections,
on the shore our first kiss -
the moon the witness.

One of my poems "At the Seaside" has been recently published in the Anthology "Of Sun and Sand" edited by A.J.Huffman and A Salzano.
Here is the link:

www.kindofahurricanepress.com

Teardrops from your eyes -
sparkles of diamond beads
spread in the night sky.

Deep blue night- wishes
I whisper to thousand pearl
bright eyes- shooting stars.

Ice blue ripples melt
nuances of emotions -
another goodbye.

Entangled in the
cobweb of the memory's
labyrinth - lost love.

Fragrance of ancient
times, stored in the soul closet -
kisses pot-pourri.

Memories blunted
by time - flowers pressed between
pages of a book.

Bright marble sphere rocks
my heart tides in an ocean
blue cradle - sweet moon.

Scarred soul's empty cry,
dumb sobs hurled against a deaf
leaden sky - full moon.

This is a cinquain my friend Freya wrote for me about my poetry collection "Variations".
Thank you so much for your sincere wholehearted words!

heartfelt

poetry from

you to me, composed with

tears, read with joy; such soul notes from

a friend

 My poem Catharsis has been published on www.arcopoesia.wordpress.com

Catharsis

Heavenly notes
touch hidden sides of the soul,
as hovering rose petals
skimming over your naked skin,
their scent and delicacy
healing your sorrows
making you quiver,
spilling from your cloudy eyes
marble teardrops,
which, as digging riveluts,
engrave their path
through the dusty layers of habits,
melt the clots of indifference
lying underneath,
set you free
from the fierce grip
of anxiety,
by turning it into
profound peace
inner fulfilment.

Catarsi

Note divine
raggiungono parti intime dell’anima,
come petali di rosa che volteggiano
sfiorando la mia pelle nuda;
il loro profumo e la loro delicatezza
arginano sofferenze,
fanno fremere,
lasciano sgorgare da occhi annebbiati
lacrime di marmo,
rivoli corrodenti,
che imprimono il loro percorso
attraverso i polverosi strati
delle abitudini,
fondendo i grumi
dell’indiffernza
sottostanti;
liberano dalla feroce
morsa dell’ansia,
trasformandola in pace interiore,
profondo appagamento.

 Today I have been featured on the blog of the 'zine EOTE!!! I thank EOTE so much, it is really an honour for me!


To find out more about EOTE, please have a look at www.eotezine.wordpress.com

 

Featured Poet – Claudia Messelodi

In 2009, Claudia wrote her first poem Sky-blue Wisteria. In April 2010, we printed this poem in EoTE together with a beautiful photograph of the wisteria that inspired it. Since then, Claudia has had her poetry published, not only in EoTE, but also in a number of other publications.
In March 2012, Claudia released her first poetry collection, entitled “Sky-blue Wisteria”. In her review, Freya Pickard said this, “What I like about Claudia’s poetry is that it makes you think. It’s not disturbing but rather makes you pause and ponder, consider things on the edge of consciousness. “
In April 2013 she released her second poetry collection ” Variations of Sky and Soul”. This work has been described as “both heart-warming and heart-breaking”.

Today I'm taking part in 'What I Live For', an online event organised by author Satya Robyn. People like me all over the world will be sharing what gives their lives meaning.

What I Live For:



Wholehearted Love

Through blinding blizzards,
across misleading paths - still,
we walk side by side.

Scorched skin stigmata -
scraps of wounds like patches strewn
across my parched pain.

Sick heart, ailing soul -
from tough antique scars in rags
rose petals unfurl.

Jazz beats, blues expand
ravished body, raving moods -
rhythmic thoughts bouncing.

My brand new poetry collection "Variations of Sky and Soul/Variazioni di Cielo e Anima" has just been published by Arcolibri Cazzaniga Editore!
The collection includes both Haiku and Elfje; there are also some poems in English with their Italian translation and several poems exclusively written in Italian.

Lucent ball breaks through
the pinaster's crown - I smile
while morning unfolds.

Ready to reach you,
just a matter of instants -
missing the last train.

Mind trip projections,
my spirit has flown too high -
wipe tears off my face.

Long streams flow into
the ineffable sea depths -
our ardent kiss;
sacredness goes beyond words,
we rely on our hearts.

Ivory vellum
paper's blank sheets by fine nibs -
the next epistle.

At the town fountain,
night sky canvas on water -
I take draughts of moon.

Icy pond at night -
going ice-skating on a
galaxy of stars.

My life imprisoned
in the mesh of notes' cascades,
timeless dimension.

On the broad stretches
of light, freshness and colour -
lemons laugh with joy.

Flowery fields in
the distance - motley patches
spread out in the sun.

My naked feelings
vulnerable as thin leaves -
flags torn by the wind.

Secret corner of
the room - childhood patiently
awaits my return.

A wounded heart knows
passion well - a pinched poppy
at the traffic edge.

Strings skimmed by angels,
holy notes pour on our
heads - fragments of sky.

Rows of rose bushes -
at the alley end, the house
front door asks us in.

Ice sheets float across
crystal surface - iron clouds'
drifting reflections.

Whispers of prayers
accompanied by the wind -
silent gathering.

Sunset scenery -
the sky has lit the river,
boats wrapped up in flames.

Flood shatters against
the deserted lighthouse, backed
up by the rainbow.

Wind gusts - through shaky
foliage on grey bent branches
Winter shines slightly.

Sunset - dark blue hues
seep on a flushed skyline, gleams
of hope faint away.

 Lilac explosion,
scents spread around within a
frame of rustling green.

In the wide heart fields
old passions got lost - scattered
around as poppies.

Eerie winter sky;
umbrellas shield our dreams
from a wind of change.

Ochre-powdered fire
ball hangs on a glacier blue
surface - winter sun.

Early Autumn noon -
a child plays with wooden sticks
amid leaves of time.

Pink white pale blue hues,
a sliver of winter sky
from the sunset pane.

Fierceness of the wind,
grieved trees bow - humpbacks on a
foggy winter day.

Winter breakfast - rich
white laid table at the glass
window, snow outside.

Sunrise, the landscape
is set on fire - roofs glow in
the sky's orange shades.

Sky's golden petals
quiver as kites in the wind -
the night curtain drops.

Loud applause in the
concert hall - on our joy
rose petals rain down.

Amidst dark branches
foreshortening of clear sky -
beams of auburn leaves.

Slivers of silver
shades shiver in the breeze on
shimmering birch twigs.