by: Aldo Quagliotti
You grow and I get old
we swing as weeds get cut
your voice tones up, my hair turns white
the noise of days getting bye
becomes a signature on your diary
the digital involvement
pales at my return
when I hug you after months
and so much of you is upset
we throw our dice right in the middle
your revolution, my nostalgia
we whip our days ignoring
that time is selflessly marathon training
since we first met in mum’s belly
and you were smaller than a thought
than a fear, than a hope
and now you are the baby I wish I had
the pipe dream I sealed in a bottle
and poured in the sea of realism
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About the author
Aldo Quagliotti is an Italian poet living in London, UK.
He's the author of Japanese Tosa (London Poetry Books) and Confessions Of A Pregnant Man (AllienBuddha Press).
His poems have been rewarded in Italy, Brazil, USA, Canada, Ireland and in the United Kingdom. He has been selected for important anthologies such as Paper therapy,Yawp!, The Essential anthology, Murmurations, Poetical Word, Poetry in the Time of Coronavirus. Several webzines and magazines have published his work, such as INNSÆI, U-rights, Credo espoir, Parouisia , Poetica Review and many more. In October 2020 He Has been chosen to represent the Poetry Corner at the London Chelsea + Kesington Art Week.
With a diploma at London College of Media and Publishing in music criticism, He also collaborates with music webzines like Peek-a-boo and Gigsoup, and offers genuine feedback to emerging authors/ musicians on his personal blog Quaquaversal. ( https://quaquaversalweb.wordpress.com/)
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