POETRY FEATURE

LEARN TO LOVE WOUNDS

Continue the story
In the folds of time
In the days in the rain
Even in storms
Incessantly goes on
Nothing stops it
Imposing creates emptiness.
The voice
Without his words,
it is never tied to the roots
neither is the mouth
When he sings the songs
with his cries
human life in truth.
Even more difficult
learn to love wounds
when the world is bad
and feelings and violence
they are companions
and they live hand in hand
engaged in wars.

© Francesco Favetta

MOTHERS COURAGE

Evening falls in the fields
and the wind already calm
from the clear sky of black clouds
it landed smashing to the ground
The leaves yellowed by eternal silences
women dripping bitter drops
and love torn from the womb.
The thousand souls marched proudly
clenched fists tied hands
serene faces, never dull eyes
step firmly in the chest pain
of wounded women and humiliated mothers
singing the hymn of their only cry
They came united in sincere hearts.
Crowds cheering open arms
welcomed by embracing
lives broken by adverse winds
voices of freedom and songs of joy
the pure souls acclaimed
giving the true values
and struggles of a thousand battles expected
at the crossing of the friendly fraternal paths.

THE SEA OF LIFE

It is like the sea
stormy
emotions stir
the stunned thoughts
forgotten anchors
backdrops
still invisible
a vast ocean blue
to explore, navigate.
We are small boats
the waves of life
they always toast
every moment
to our adversities
shores and hopes
They are landings
hoped for.
Let's sail
silently
storms
the swollen seas
Storms
and storm surges
they sweep like volcanoes
the faint memories
the tides bring us back
Back in time.
We smile drowned
in the blue
marine waters
like castaways
we breathe
life and salt
forgetting
the acrid taste
some blood
that flows
in the sea
of life.

© Francesco Favetta

APPRENTICE IN THE HEART !

I could write
of my thoughts
dig into my body
every day
the rough stone
smoothing
the roughness
impurities.
Inside
a long night
like a flower to be plucked
slips
on the walls of life
this little man
apprentice in the heart
warrior in blood.

Francesco Favetta was born in the land of Sicily, in that of Sciacca, Italy. He has always loved poetry, writing verses, but above all, true culture, food for the soul! He has written more than 4,000 poems. He also writes philosophical reflections and thoughts. In 2018, he was awarded by the Academy of Sicily.

Francesco does not like to participate in literary competitions. True culture in his view is freedom of Free Spirit, Soul in Motion and must never be harnessed! To date, his lyrics have been published on the international poetic scene:

Revista Azahar, who edited his first 'Silloge of Poems' in Spanish: "Encantamiento y Palabras Como Plumas"; poems published in 'The Silk Road Anthology': Nano Poems for Africa; Other lyrics have been published on the official website of the "Galassia Poetica Attunis", including one in Russian; Other works published on the official World Smith International Editorial website; publication of his poems in OPA, the Poetry Journal.

Francesco Favetta also founded a Lions Club, Sciacca Terme. Finally, he believes that poetry will be the weapon with which humanity will make its life free, furthermore, beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried and from the times and even of daily human life.

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