Bones of the Earth
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Donny Barilla writes avidly and reinvents his poems with renewed enthusiasm. Topics such as the transitions of death, intimacy, sexuality, mythology, and nature find their way upon his page with the invention, intense imagery, metaphoric thought, and the enigmatic relation of man and nature which coat the background of his poems and flood the pages from his creative palate. From poem to poem, each image and blending sounds as the words fluidly possess the reader, one finds oneself in a sweet and delectable arena of literature, open captive wade into the ocean of turning pages. With the demanding pulse of heavy language, these poems embody the spirit of trembling phrases and beautiful metaphors.
Donny Barilla
Donny Barilla, living in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania, devotes his evenings and nights to writing poetry. He published over seventy poems in magazines and literary journals. He has twenty-three books in libraries, both academic and public. He hosts readings and signings on a frequent basis. Coming in first place of the Adelaide Literary Award for poetry, two thousand and eighteen, many of his pursuits have come in the direction of charities for children in need. Donny released his first two books, ‘Treasures’ and ‘Dance Upon the Forest Floor.’ Numerous more rest on the horizon as Donny writes daily constantly trying to improve upon his craft. With nature standing as his backdrop for his poems, Donny pulls on the heartstrings of his messages and stays as a disciplined artist.
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Bones of the Earth - Donny Barilla
The slight arch of the leaves, dancing upon the maple,
cascade and gather as a wool blanket warming the earth
yet riddled in colors of red, shades of red.
This wind scours as an instrument,
the echo of a million thrashing voices pondering Autumnal ruin.
I sit forward and unbury from the pleasantries of the swabbing
pieces of parchment, soft burgundy.
I soak my tongue and mouth upon the grazing bloom of mint
and the musk of the soils of this heavy field.
With leisure, I tremble to the crooked angle of the sun
which leaps forward by brooding hour of brooding day.
I stand here for a great length and suckle the scent of the dusted leaves.
STAGS AND CROWS
Vapors sizzled across the woodland path as I trembled forward,
I smelled the sweet fragrance of the honey, tucked well in the hive.
I paused and ducked in silence
as the stag stepped softly to the forest edge.
Crows sliced through the tree limbs and flurried forth.
I stood so gently watching the brown and whites of the deer
scurry into the shameless woods.
There sulked a fleeting bloom of each tree, heavy with Autumn.
I watched the black birds pepper the sky in glades of this forested
canvas, rooftop.
WATER WELL
I lean along the stone and wooden edge of the water well.
I gathered the heaviest thirst, then drank so deeply
the coolness of the crystal water slipped in ices
silently down the chapped, parchment edges of my throat.
Chilled sweats trembled across my temples and neck,
cottons of my shirt soaked swiftly the beads of sweat
which thickened my flesh in tender prisms of skin covered
rays of swift light.
With jagged stones once pressed upon my flesh,
I stood and walked through the torrents of rain tossed wind.
MARBLE
I flourished into dusts which carpeted and dug deeply
into the marble field.
Looking into the distance, I slept in the haze of every meadow
which bloomed chasms of light and drenched it’s way
through the darkness and the richest soil.
Into the furthest hour of morning,
I rose and tug upon the moist beads which swept the endless
rows of suckling grass.
I answer to the rise of sunshine which softened and riddled
to every granule and mineral of the soil of the burrowing
glade of calmness and earth.
EDGE OF WINTER
My shoes rest by the sliding river which crimped
with each slow glide of the soot and swooning kelp.
I gathered a fistfull of chipped and fallen acorns
as the prize of the Autumn afternoon glamoured this free
existence of orange and pink light.
I soak in the sky which carries fading blossoms of white,
opened to the lurk of this wrath of coming winter
which bleeds in nocturnes and screams in canticles.
Before the first fracture of ice and heavy falling snow,
I look to the sky as I dip through the frost of the stream.
Quietly, the measurements of this dying dash of the powders
which creep in the frozen sky, I show to the misfit of the wintery food
and carve upon the scattered tree limbs and host a flickering fire
calm upon the earth.
CRUSH OF THE TREETOPS
Into the outer reach of this green soaked glen,
the edges of the scattered weeds and stroking clover tugged swiftly
to the arching trees at the woodlands, softening this path with dust,
pebbled trails; I wander through this towering bloom
of majestic songs, rattling from the crush of the treetops.
Ground cover spread across the smallest spaces as I walked
barefoot and laughed at the trembling nudge of the caked earth.
Winds slaughtered with speed through the occasion of the fallen
smack of the ancient tree.
I pause and swallow the pearled dewdrops which cup
upon the quivering fern and the damp swab of the