Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

MARY WROTE A LITTLE POEM

MARY WROTE A LITTLE POEM

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Mary had a little iambUnstressed and stressed it flowed,And when this little poet wrote,The words would, measured, go.She followed that with a troch&e..
ORANGE

ORANGE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


unrhymable,citric to the taste,fiery in sundown,hued betweenyellow and red,October’s faltering breathsexhaled againstthe dying leaves. #
RITUAL

RITUAL

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Two parties ceremoniouslycommit their lives to each otherwhile the choir sings hymnsand loved ones sighor joyously sob.Two parties courageouslysacrifi..
PETAL-WISE

PETAL-WISE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


if only humans could learn somehow the language of nature's flowers we would spend our lonely days kneeling in the garden laughing with roses at ..
THE INVENTOR

THE INVENTOR

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


A poem about a brilliant inventor who wastes his time and money on hookers. The poem utilizes a few sets of homonyms at the start of one line and the..
A SECOND CHANCE

A SECOND CHANCE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


All life was good when love was mine.We woke to greet the day.How grand it was to share our time!The skies were never gray.Then all at once you broke ..
WHERE ONCE A HEART

WHERE ONCE A HEART

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Betrayed by love, she crams her mind with his final word, tossed seconds before the closing of the door. Inside, where once she thrived, where once a ..
ONE MORE AUTUMN

ONE MORE AUTUMN

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


theyellow moonrolling on the littered lakerests its cratered cheekagainst still another dead seasonbrittle leavescovering moss�"�..
BODY AND SOUL  (French Sonnet)

BODY AND SOUL (French Sonnet)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


In dreams my soul is free to roam the fieldsDenied by day, when caged within this shellI call my earthly body, this dark well,In silence, quiet as a g..
LET’S CELEBRATE  (Swap Quatrains)

LET’S CELEBRATE (Swap Quatrains)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


When summer comes, let’s celebrateWhat bloom along the garden gate,Those petals turning towards the sun.Let’s celebrate when summer comes...

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