My Seamstress, Mother of Mine, a Micropoem by Alessandro Russo

You smile at your thoughts

when they bare come,

you fit their figure

and define the garment

that most suits them,

sewing words

that can tell them

without stiffening,

without constraining them

to rise on tiptoe

to lenghten

some short reason.

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Alessandro Russo was born in Castellammare di Stabia (Naples - Italy). He is the author of several books of poetry and has been awarded many national and international poetry awards.

[Prepared by Angela Kosta, Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator]

Rare Flower, a Micropoem by Angela Kosta

Lost

In vain I searched for a flower 

That it had your sweet scent

I came back empty-handed 

And while I've seen you sleep 

Spellbound

I understood that nothing and no one 

Not even a rare flower

It would compare to your beauty 

to your irresistible freshness

©️ Angela Kosta

Albania & Italy