FEATURED POETS LIGURIA 2000 LINDA Ponds PONDS
Linda lives in Battersea.
loves poetry. Verses composed for many years but only recently made his debut in the literary world by publishing the poems: "A friend" of culture in the monthly "Wise", "Sicilia" in the magazine "The Pelorus
2000 ". Some of his poems have been included in the anthology "Christmas in words and pictures" and the anthology "to several,
11" . He has already received praise and accolades. The V edition of "Christmas Past and Present", organized by the International Art and Culture A. Grassi, "won the" Stars of Christmas. " He has successfully participated in the XL EDITION OF THE AWARD San \u200b\u200bValentino - Terni, receiving "special mention" (degree of burden and trophy) for the poem: "And I will come" and "Reporting" (diploma and medal of charge) for the poem: "Dew Drops." The competition
"CHRISTMAS PAST AND PRESENT," 2010, "A. Grassi "- Salerno, was ranked the third place. The competition of religious poetry "The VERSES OF THE SOUL 2011 has won II place.
Verses delicate, smooth, poignant and incisive, clearly expressed, show the world as "cold and dark" by the artist. Reveal the concern of his wounded soul of edgy solitude of the great love for companion el'atroce sorrow at his departure, so much sadness, joy to see, finally, a "glimmer of light" in support of his friend, known recently.
The lyrics, written from the heart, show a lively imagination that produces moving images that fascinate the reader.
the Cyrenean
I, in this cross, trudge.
It 's too heavy, my knees give
,
every step I stumble, I fall.
heart bleeds, I get up,
resume the journey,
on this difficult path, which is now
my life.
Again I fall, pick myself up
not more.
I let myself go ...
Someone raises a little 'weight.
I look, I see someone
next.
Like You Lord,
for me, there's a good
Cyrene who has mercy on my penis, still a bit
'
by my side supporting me.
Little Flower ...
Have you ever seen, going through the streets,
those little flowers on the edge of the platform?
They have rich colors and live in hardship,
with little land, quench their thirst with rain.
When the sun comes like a miracle,
their delicate petals open.
When the evening darkness falls around
close in their hearts,
hoping the new day.
Some of them will not wake up,
has finished his journey,
and no one will notice. Their small lives
are the mirror of our lives. When the evening comes
close our eyes and hope for a new tomorrow.
and I will come 'And I will come
to meet you,
that day that I finish
account of my days,
I know it will be like a dream
in a swirl of colored lights, the shining path
of that road that leads to happiness.
love You'll be there, waiting for my arrival
,
fly towards me, and I
light as air
'll be joining you finally
heart pounding,
like the first time that you took me by the hand
gently.
A note of criticism of Professor. Francesco Mulè In these three poems Linda Pond looks like the poet of truth. She, in fact, he opened his heart and his soul to the reader, revealing a dense series of small / large truths that are to be the precious fruit of his careful introspective analysis and experience with life everyday, believed this, our author, the most severe and great school of life human being to score the goal of human life, leaving each of us indelible and deep furrows that go beyond time, space and dimension in which we live.
With his magical brushstrokes, with its bright flash,
Our trace of itself a perfect picture: his suffering (or rather, the concern), typical of the artist. It is, in fact, that the true artist is always a misunderstood, especially at a time when there is a lead between joy and sorrow, between light and shadow, his brief stay "ground. Linda
Ponds can tell, with rich expressiveness, his stories, his life through which manages to convey the most singular sensations, the most vibrant emotions.
"... under this cross, trudge. / ... Give my knees / I fall .... / ... I get up, I take the path, / ... Once again I fall, / I do not get up again. / Like You Lord, there is a good Cyrene / who has compassion for my pains, / is a bit 'next to me / support me "(The Simon of Cyrene).
Opera, this, that arouses intense emotion and emotion, because that energy that is full of love for life and the hope of seeing daylight. Verses that come to embrace life in all its everyday life, in all its facets.
"... those little flowers on the edge of the platform / quench their thirst with rain. / When the sun comes ... / open their petals. ... In the evening ... / close in their hearts, / hoping the new day. / When the evening comes close your eyes / hoping for a new tomorrow "(Small flowers ...).
Even this short but beautiful composition is to be the shiny embroidery
Ponds the "weaves" around the hope that light is able to cancel the existential hardships, the angularity and darkness, the difficulties of everyday human existence.
"And I will come to meet you, / as in dreams ... ... / You love will be there, / waiting for my arrival, / and I am as light as air /'ll be joining you at last, / ... like the first time / I You took the hand / softly "(And I'll come).
And finally, with "And I will come" our friend the poet concludes the narration and the exposure of his life with a fresh "sheet" of the earthly journey "in surplus". More here, in these sweet verses, her friend Linda once again enjoy the happiness, the serenity of a love, now blue, with that pure love which, olim, a time long gone, he saw them holding hands.
Poetry, and conclude the reading of these sweet and unique ways, impregnated with celestial and, therefore, of spirituality. Poetry of hope, and certainly the life and timeless time.
Vallecrosia, March 7, 2011 - 16.53 hours
