Quagliotti

Parked forever

My smile makes the air quaver

As if I chased the curves of leaves

Pirouetting down those trees

My eyes are quicksands for colors

And joggers flash through my sight

Pollens get stuck right in my throat

And plant bulbs into my mind

I try to spell Happiness

But I swallow prams and frisbees

All I come up with is that I parked

My soul under these roots

Chained my breath to a gentle breeze

Over cycles of seasons, repeatedly

Aldo Quagliotti is an Italian poet living in London, UK. He's the author of Japanese Tosa (London Poetry Books), Confessions Of A Pregnant Man (AllienBuddha Press) and Incubi&Succubi (Dumpster Fire 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 He has been chosen to represent the Poetry Corner at the London Chelsea + Kesington Art Week 2020,2021 and 2022 editions

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