Hungry for Heaven – Poem by Mario Vitale

you struck a chord yet deep within white lines that filtered through my brain the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give you’re a taker through the head of a small child learning to dream coupled with the given ambiance of the moment sincere promises made in the dark will … Continue reading Hungry for Heaven – Poem by Mario Vitale

Hampton Beach – Poem by Mario Vitale

The smell of fresh fried dough Time had elapsed playing at the casino Fresh lobster with a side order of fries Those spacious wonderful skies Down at the shell the continental were playing A walk by the lady of a statue in waiting Flip flops and the sound of laughter A playground for kids in … Continue reading Hampton Beach – Poem by Mario Vitale

Summer’s Coming – Poem by Mario Vitale

By the changing weather And it doesn’t matter if I’m ready Or if Betty my love is still far away Or that my fishing pole isn’t repaired Nor that my glove is worn and tattered Summer’s coming… In the fields growing green Along banks on the streams Where the grass grows then someone mows For … Continue reading Summer’s Coming – Poem by Mario Vitale

Epiphany – Poem by Mario Vitale

It clings to the cliffed shore, to the wintered face of the thistle path, to the fingers of the old man’s glove as he waves his memory homeward In that breath between come and go she moves up from the bay; gold turns her stride, the line of her dress, the soft sea pulling at … Continue reading Epiphany – Poem by Mario Vitale

God’s World – Poem by Mario Vitale

It is raining again. Summer will be over. before it ever gets here. Thunder rolls far away, drops hit the windshield, the sky turns grey. The Sunflower, the blue Delphinium, the white Stinkwood drink the moisture greedily. The green and silver leaves of the Aspens sparkle as the rain hits them, and the wind turns … Continue reading God’s World – Poem by Mario Vitale

The Ancients – Poem by Mario William Vitale

It’s my last day with the old giants In mourning I hike the lost trails, sniffing the aroma of the bark, that cinnamon of the forest Under tepees of wood in a membrane of shadows, I stalk the earth, its mammal traces, its elusive tracks, to sit on a fallen log where spiders macramé, moss … Continue reading The Ancients – Poem by Mario William Vitale