David Subacchi- Three Poems

WYOMING

Where the Great Plains

Meet the Rocky Mountains

Wyoming has always

Intrigued me, it resounds

From Gannett Peak

To the Belle Fourche

River Valley, it echoes

From the Big Horn

To the Black Hills

Wyoming of the Snowy

And Sierra Madre ranges

Its vast expanses

Almost half owned

By the US Government

And Wyoming

Where political history

Is not easily

Classified

Beautiful, mysterious Wyoming

Of Parks and lakes

With thirty two islands

That was the first state

To give women

The right to vote

As far back

As 1869.

WORDS AND KISSES

Had I words

Needle sharp

To pierce

Each layer of skin

I’d press them

Into your flesh

Not to harm

Just to tease

Had I kisses

Sweet as dessert wine

To moisten

Those crimson lips

I’d pour them

Into your mouth

Not to drown

But to please

And to let you taste

Each drop of passion

In my soul.

  

WHEN NIGHT FALLS

When night falls

Faster than the guillotine blade

Or stones hitting water

Then injustice gnaws

Cheated of dusk

Robbed of sunset

When night falls

Slower than the kettle’s boil

Or waiting for buses

Then frustration tortures

The moon and stars

Are delayed

When night falls

In accordance with the season

Or quite predictably

Then boredom overcomes

And inspiration

Fades away.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY

David Subacchi studied at the University of Liverpool.  He was born in Wales of Italian roots and writes in English, Welsh and Italian.  Cestrian Press has published two collections of his poems. ‘First Cut’ (2012) and ‘Hiding in Shadows’ (2014).