Fabrizio Frosini

Bronze Star - 6,021 Points (1953 / Tuscany, Italy)

Nocturnal Snowing


«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our
Dreams and make them shine! »

Set free,
Your breath smoothens unshaken skies;
Your perception scratches unopened realities.

Is it a diversion -maybe- for lost thoughts,
For lost faces and sins?

Looking the other way out of fear or
Embarrassment, waking up next morning,
You should then learn
How to keep alive the drowsing mind,
While trying to shove away
Her plait of hair,
Jammed in the eyes of memory.

Ah.. Those haunting memories!

Was her pain real
When she asserted «That one is my spoiled dress!
My party dress
Which your eyes, filled with lust, tore off me..»?

Hardly a twist of fate that
Multivalent perception which made
Visionary —Fanciful
Your unnecessary waiting.

Because she didn't come back.
Even at dawn. Even in your expectation.

Now your pain screams only through silence
When you sink your fingers deep
Into your bleeding heart —A sheer grief
With no voice anymore
Because day in day out, year after year
Everything becomes habit.

Until,
Gazing at the fluffy snow falling, you
Caught a glimpse of her —Along with a
Whiff of her perfume..

Peering deeply into your eyes
She spoke words of hope
Along with a promise -possibly-:

« A new life is looming beyond the whitened
Fields of your mind »

Hushed words, uttered under her breath,
Not to scrape the purity of the night.

Was it a prophecy?
The celebration of a triumph or a
Failure —A bloodcurdling nightmare?

Enough! I'm fed up!

I stare at my bloody fingers
And faintly sigh.




(Florence,2014)


Copyright © Fabrizio Frosini - All rights reserved

Submitted: Saturday, January 10, 2015
Edited: Saturday, January 24, 2015

Topic of this poem: love and pain

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

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The Italian version of my poem is: 'NEVICATA NOTTURNA'

http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/nevicata-notturna-nocturnal-snowing/

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note of the Author:

It is my sort of psychological attitude towards Life itself, plus the role of ‘Memory', that shape my poems..

In this one, ancient memories come back to mind.. at night.. when sleepless but drowsy..

To let the reader better understand it, I report some passage from my friend Daniel J.Brick's "commentary" on "Nocturnal Snowing":

"[..] your responses to my notes provide an X-ray vision of the poem as you intended it. It's really a poem from the interior life we are always in contact with, that is, if we are willing to descend into the mind and move with its deeper currents, so much more mysterious than the rational mind at the surface.
[…] Now I realize ‘SHE' was from beginning to end a ‘ghost' within the mind..
At the beginning of "NAJDA", Andre Breton says the question is not ‘Who am I' but ‘Whom do I Haunt? '.
This woman is ‘haunting you', and doing so when you are most susceptible — at night, sleepless but drowsy, the censor of reason turned off and the images of the past flooding in and around your Memory.
[…] If I had followed the lead of the notes I would have been closer to the spirit in which you wrote the poem. But I made an assumption this poem was dramatizing daylight reality and not the nocturnal mystery. If this were an opera, it would be WAGNER, not Verdi.
But what you wrote to me is a fascinating account of how a poetic mind shapes experiences and memories into poetry, into art.
[..] (because) your mind is poetic, it experiences life events in the fluid realm of the imagination, where events of +30 years ago are felt as immediate and the resolutions of yesterday dissolve and are reshaped by desire. And all of this goes on and on UNTIL HUMAN VOICES WAKE US..". [D.J.Brick]

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— Thank you heartily, Daniel!
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I ask your pardon for posting also this piece of news on myself / my poem, but I've got an e-mail from PH which pleased me so much..
Here is the text:

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2015-01-21 9: 12 GMT+01: 00 PoemHunter.Com:

Dear Poet;

We chose your 'Nocturnal Snowing' poem as 'Poem of The Day from A Member' and on 1/21/2015 it will be sent to all 'MemberPoem Bulletin' members.

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I wish to thank PoemHunter for having chosen one of my lyrics and ALL OF YOU for reading my poems and nicely commenting them.
Grazie di cuore! - thanks from my heart.

Fabrizio Frosini, Jan.21,2015

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  • Rookie - 119 Points Wang Qian (1/29/2015 8:22:00 AM)

    Is this beautiful picture taken by you? The poem shows a veiled life with truth, pain and fragrance behind it.I agree what your background says many yesterdays are dissolved and reshaped by desire. They are not what they originally are. What hasn't faded is the poetical cure for the real life we experienced no matter how much the sweet and the bitter is included.Thanks for the poem, we can feel the fluffy snow! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 119 Points Wang Qian (1/29/2015 8:18:00 AM)

    Is this beautiful picture taken by you? The poem shows a veiled life with truth, pain and fragrance behind it.I agree what your background says many yesterdays are dissolved and reshaped by desire. They are not what they originally are. What hasn't faded is the poetical cure for the real life we experienced no matter how much the sweet and the bitter is included.Thanks for the poem, we can feel the fluffy snow! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,508 Points Bernard Snyder (1/21/2015 5:40:00 PM)

    Very interesting poem! Well-written. Congrats on being chosen as 'poem of the day! An honor well-deserved! Thank you for sharing! (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/21/2015 5:49:00 PM)

    Thank you so much, Bernard.
    Feeling of gratitude.. your words warm me up

  • Silver Star - 8,232 Points Kim Barney (1/21/2015 10:24:00 AM)

    A lovely poem. Later I will try to read it in Italian. If Maddalena Biela says it's better in Italian, then it really must be! (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/21/2015 11:26:00 AM)

    thank you, Kim.
    About the Italian version.. Magdalena è molto gentile a dire così.. it's very kind of Magdalena saying so..
    Well, I don't know what to say (if it's better or not) , but surely I'm pleased to hear that you'll try to read the Italian text also.. Grazie!

  • Gold Star - 20,562 Points Akhtar Jawad (1/21/2015 4:09:00 AM)

    Congratulations, a well deserved selection as poem of the day. (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/21/2015 8:48:00 AM)

    Dear Akhtar, thank you so much for your appreciation! I'm honored.

  • Freshman - 1,618 Points Ken E Hall (1/20/2015 4:32:00 AM)

    : love the master of life written so well in this saga of sadness the reader can feel the sadness...makes me feel happy I have a heavenly love...regards (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/20/2015 12:10:00 PM)

    Hi Ken, I really appreciate your kind words. Thank you so much

  • Freshman - 1,618 Points Ken E Hall (1/20/2015 4:32:00 AM)

    : love the master of life written so well in this saga of sadness the reader can feel the sadness...makes me feel happy I have a heavenly love...regards (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 219 Points Abby Sze (1/19/2015 10:32:00 AM)

    The best part I like is how the poet is describing the ups and Downs as he is waiting for her. The begin as hopeful that he made some fancy dreams, the later he find even at dawn even at his expectations he didn't see her. The most awful part waiting becomes a habit..... and finally fed up of waiting. (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/19/2015 10:55:00 AM)

    dear Abby, I'm very pleased.. grazie!

  • Rookie - 270 Points Kari Susanne Holmedal (1/17/2015 2:15:00 AM)

    There is no downside to this poem. It's beautiful with it's description of longing and love. I'm sure it is even more beautiful in it's original language.

    All in all a masterpiece. (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/17/2015 10:26:00 AM)

    Mille GRAZIE Kari! x 1000 thank you :)

  • Rookie - 218 Points Bunny Monster716 (1/17/2015 1:07:00 AM)

    I love it I love the imagery it gives me when I read the part about the bleeding heart great poem! Absolutely one of my favorites c: (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/17/2015 10:25:00 AM)

    thank you!

  • Freshman - 1,798 Points Nishi Kumari (1/15/2015 11:34:00 PM)

    wonderful writing depicts deep emotions....running sort of words to praise this poem....separation, solitude, guilt, anxiety all speak their hearts...thanks for sharing another marvelous piece... (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/16/2015 8:25:00 AM)

    wow, Nishi! So pleased that you like my poem.. grazie per le tue belle parole - thanks for your beautiful words

  • Freshman - 1,138 Points Galina Italyanskaya (1/13/2015 8:10:00 PM)

    It's a beautifully written poem of lost love, sad and solemn.
    The ending sounds dramatic.
    Imagined as black, white and red. (Report) Reply

    Bronze Star - 6,021 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/14/2015 2:44:00 PM)

    Galina, thank you very much indeed!

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