Blending oneiric imagery with everyday life

Anna Piutti

Born and raised in Vicenza, Italy, she is currently a student of Foreign Languages and Literature at the University of Verona. She has been writing free verse poetry in English since 1998. She often adopts a cryptic, highly metaphorical style in which she alternates or blend oneiric imagery with simple aspects of everyday life. She has also translated poetry from French into Italian. She is passionate about literature, art, and music. Her interests also include linguistics, philosophy, medicine, theater arts, cinema and photography.

Some of her poems

Current by Anna Piutti

Fibers,

flesh. Electricity

transudes through a

sigh.

Sun-bordered clouds migrate from

your eyes to my core:

swooshing of curtains, temples

like drums.

Hypnotic pulsations mark lines

between dreams

and life, as

time contracts in us.

And with the last loud blink
of a light bulb,

the shadows withdraw,

and kaleidoscopes convulse.

Clarity

Was I thinking so loudly?

A heart absorbs the absurd

on a regular basis.

Primordial fears and poisoned

skies are

stage smoke;

but fragrant whispers from

your skin are

open windows

on relief.

And I see,

and I laugh:

I

know

nothing.

Anew

Submerged by

liquid stillness,

we mute

the looping theme

of recollection.

Be

blank.

Our mirrored strokes

discard

each tingling residue

of turbulence.

Let go:

these pupils

aren't trapdoors.

For once in this glide,

innocence means

voiceless triumph,

and stainless gazes

trigger shifts

in luminescence.

In the backstage

It is delicately wild

to lip-sync the movement

of a heart --

there, on the other side,

where no floodlights blind.

Only there does breath prelude

waves more powerful than laughter,

as silence shatters thought

into transparency.

Here, where illusion isn’t praised,

no truth, no flaw is concealed

from the discerning eye.

It is here that I stand,

here to stay,

unmasked

before you.

Baptism

Can you feel me?

I’m not the one they used to know.

You’ll find me standing beyond the water wall,

my eyes bearing scars from tainted dreamlands;

my hand reaching out

to touch yours through the icy flow.

May this cold shake me out of my limbo.

Dumbstruck,

misread,

defectively refracted,

I’m now standing behind the water wall,

my heartbeat catching up with me:

may I be redeemed.

Let me feel true light can’t lie, and

time and space will

reconcile

at the confluence of our fingertips.

Noise

Layer after layer,

gloom gurgles through

weary senses.

It spreads like oil, and binds to

every atom

to infect,

to obscure.

I find myself second-guessing

the obvious, retracing my steps

a thousand times, lest syntax

betrays me.

And I struggle to broadcast

vital signs through this static;

and I pray

that my truth won’t be too maimed

when it reaches you.

Blend

Your stare pours sunshine into me

as a long-awaited rush

connects our heres and nows.

I want to be blood

to irrigate your cells,

and feed delusional eternities

through fleeting flesh.

Now feel us shuddering in unison –

I'm bound to you by warmth;

Inside you I'm made whole.

And consciousness hums

so deafeningly;

from pulse

to pulse

it echoes --

red as wake.

Thank you

Tonight's heartbeat

is as joyful as

the intermittent glow

of fireflies:

it plays a frantic game

of hide and seek

with love-filled stares;

it mimics seconds, and

the song of our steps

being poured into

the taste buds

of the earth.

Good luck

You stand in silence,

frozen by the morning's glow.

You won't record those

red-framed paintings made of

sun and glass.

Impermeable, you won't absorb

pure honey from those

amber leaves:

you'll let them flee your tired

stare; you'll hear them rustling like

a butterfly storm headed nowhere but