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    Galaxies in the Raindrops
    Galaxies in the Raindrops
    Galaxies in the Raindrops
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    Galaxies in the Raindrops

    By Donny Barilla

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    Donny Barilla, a poet covering the realms: human intimacy, nature, mythology, theology, and man’s relationship with death and the departed, has been writing for over three decades. He writes daily and strives to renew himself as an artist from page to page and body of work to body of work. Very seldom does he take a break from writing as he views it as a full-time job. He lives a reclusive lifestyle and finds himself clinging close to nature and all her elements. His home state of Pennsylvania strikes chords of poetic depth about him as he finds loveliness from cornfield to meadow. Whether it’s feelings of love, intimacy, or a special closeness, he maintains the feeling that death does not take these with him/her to the grave. Emotions and feeling outlast the flesh of the human body. Human intimacy draws near an enigmatic spiritual passion which conquers all on the prismatic scale of experience. When speaking of mythology Donny says, “myths were created to make sense of feelings which are complicated by very nature. They are perhaps more easily understood through persons greater than oneself. As for theology, a disciplined aspect, incorporates quite finely with passions and secured poetic comforts.https://twitter.com/BarillaDonny

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAdelaide Books Publishers
    Release dateJan 29, 2019
    ISBN9781949180893
    Galaxies in the Raindrops
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    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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      Galaxies in the Raindrops - Donny Barilla

      Bath

      I tread through the silk, gushing waters;

      Swift the breath upon the breeze sweetens across me,

      gently I lather and soak.

      There roams a pulse within me as the waves

      dampen and the warm air blooms.

      You drift beyond me.

      I soothe as the salts covet your hair, full body.

      I delve into your nakedness as the rippling tensions

      of your flesh mimic the stroking wind.

      East

      Across the tan tread of the scorched field,

      I walk this earth as layers of crust upon crust.

      The maize crimped and fell, broomed to the ground.

      In a haze, I follow each speck of tossed, flickering dust.

      I glance my face, reddened and baked, asking for water;

      I recall the juice of the empty creek,

      I recall the rivulets which tendered the edge of the brook

      as sweet soft soils suckling my heavy boot.

      In a dash, I turn and face the coolest mumbling breeze of the east.

      With the glazing sun, I sulk through the cool morning breath.

      Rye

      The pasture softened, bled in muds along the sprout and shoot.

      The breeze angled across the cool, burn of my tender face.

      I spoke to the shadow of the reaching oak.

      In reply, I listened to the muffling wind.

      As the shedding leaves drifted in dew upon the ground,

      I watched as her blouse filled in the wind and took

      to the beds of each leafy pile, tans upon browns.

      By the quiet chase of afternoon, the softest of understandings

      glimpsed upon us and the deep of the wheat fields

      lathered against the bareness of our legs

      and the joust of the flickering branches doused upon us.

      By nightfall, you dissipated into the vapors

      stretching upon the turning spread of the heavy river.

      Amidst the sliver of the moon,

      I tread through each pocket of rye.

      Seeds

      The seeds burrowed in the pitch of darkness.

      Among the endless tread into the deep,

      I relish among the soils and all their mulch and mineral.

      We awoke to the soundless crash of the sun

      which strode along the stream and flooded

      the banks well into the brim of softness.

      Together, we stood and knelt into the slicing rapids

      and balanced across each pebble and stone.

      When the evening came and the moon

      flickered through the dripping clouds,

      I opened myself to your thin lips and walked

      eagerly from flooding edge to open cove,

      Slick, the dancing brim of silver light slapped cross the salted liquid

      so tender and alive.

      Night

      Into the delicate, breath slips as satin grooms

      across the well scented room, bathing in pale light,

      I fumble my thoughts into each stretch for the pampered moonlight

      jousting through the bay window and all its quivering,

      clinging mist.

      I roam the breadth of her.

      I walk the shoreline as foams tread

      through every inch, every grain.

      Now, the sky hovers in scarlet,

      I wilt to the hush of soft skylight.

      The chill moans across the room and I lend my thoughts

      to the shuddering wash of the tender sunrise.

      Moonlight

      She slithered across with every touch of dampness.

      I reached across with the warmest breath.

      Along the rim of her flush, pink lips,

      I relish to her supple cove;

      Alive, each wilting breath demands me.

      * * *

      As I snap the trembling sweats of her skin,

      every plum gathers for me at the base of her tree.

      I collect a few and continue on through surface

      and the crescent moonlight.

      Hyacinth

      The hyacinth gathered in purple clusters across the grassy hill.

      From there, I wandered deeply into the woods

      and filled the leafy, tanned leaves with the tug of my eager boot.

      Across the distant meadow, coming nearer, I began with the tender sun.

      I tell you, I speak of the majestic sky

      which fattened in the sauce of a blooming apricot,

      I felt so close to the openness of your pale breasts.

      Then, calmly, I dredged my hands through the madness

      of the late Autumn pollens.

      I sulked into the lively snip of each falling flower

      and deepened my way to the puckering wind.

      Softly crouched at home, I begged upon your lips

      and slept in the rivers of lulling slumber.

      Dream

      I fumbled across the dusty earth and found

      the ribs tucked with each bolder and rock.

      The spread, roaming hills cluttered in pines,

      opened into the trench and valley-

      smoothed into the sweet thighs which quiver and waver upon the wind.

      I felt the lick of the midnight sky

      as silk robes swabbed across me.

      Into the murky green pond,

      I stepped gingerly and knelt to the press of soot and kelp.

      On the edge, sprout of the onion grass

      flickered with each damp coating of trembling dew.

      By morning, I fled to the thicket where barley roams.

      I found the delicate trail and trekked to the pasture

      where the sun danced and softened beneath my feet.

      Seagulls

      Wrapping around hip, thigh, and burrowing groin,

      the yellow, pale yellow dress rose

      so subtle with the tender wind.

      The breath of her laughed as each drop of tangled water

      trellised along both neck and freckled chest.

      Soft colors of melon, grapefruit stained gently upon her

      thin, calmly spread lips.

      I burrowed through each fiber and stitch.

      Well into the giggling swoon of morning,

      I paved a delicate path to her flickering, trembling abdomen.

      In the breach of day as nightfall swabs through in all it’s impurities,

      the salts of a distant wind brought the seawater

      in an approaching gale.

      Standing in the meadow, facing the crescent moon,

      I heard her moan n the passage of each seagull

      courting upon the warm gown of a tepid night.

      Peach

      Quiet peach hues, the sliver of the moon

      sank beyond the passing treads of the late Spring sky.

      I soak among the grip of the wavering fog.

      I soothe in the dripping patterns of a sweet mist.

      Each flicker of moonlight prowls along the moistened

      earth and shouts through the bones buried in fertile soil.

      I creep my way to the havens of mud

      which fasten to the endless pulse of my brethren.

      By the thickest hour of nightfall,

      the moon hides in the haze of a mumbling howl

      Which brooms across the treetops and scatters

      the crisp leaves.

      Clouds

      Into the mulch, I rose upon a fragrant, flowery flush,

      so damp, the petals reached for the thick press

      of each cloud designed upon passing drift.

      Through the tight finish of the grasses dewy triumph,

      I stepped in careful measure.

      Followed by the warm winds, floating

      in a rise of the bread, heavy yeast,

      I finished this trek on the roaming probe of early sunshine.

      Swift, I reach you and watch you drift away,

      lost in the crumbling clouds.

      Waist

      The tremble of your soft pale legs, awakens

      beneath me and roams as torrents to a sulking stream.

      I lull to the gushing waters, soothing to my waist, as the licking

      current moans past and seasons unthread

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