ORDER SAL'S NEW BOOK OF LOVE POEMS
This poetry collection of mine has been nearly ten years in the writing. I began when I first met my wife back in August of 1996. I jotted poems down in small pocket pads, notebooks, and computer files. I submitted many of them to editors in hope of publication and delighted when they were accepted. It was an ideal way to share the feelings I had for Sharon with, hopefully, a great deal of readers. Sometime later I started filling small journals with poems and giving them to my wife on the occasions of her birthday, our anniversary, Easter, and Christmas. We would go out to dinner, then come home and I would read to her another book of poems.
Finally, putting these “Sharon” poems together in A Dusting of Star Fall: Love Poems made sense to me. Of all the poems I have written since the 1950s when I first began writing poems, this collection includes my favorites because they are all love-inspired. These poems that speak of my love for Sharon afford me the pleasant opportunity of delivering them from the deepest part of me into the light of written words so you can read them in this book. These poems express my belief that the love Sharon and I share truly does conquer all.
Sal Amico M. Buttaci
Buttaci, Sal Amico M. A Dusting of Star Fall: Love Poems. India: Cyber-Wit Publications, 2006.
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SOME POEMS IN SAL'S NEW BOOK:
WHICH HAND
In my left a star
in my right
a beating heart
when I shuffle
from one hand
to the other
the star pulsates
where the heart was beating
and the heart sparkles
where the star had shone
I ask you to choose
the heart
the star
which hand
which hand
you say first the left
and then the right
but when I open each palm
in turn we are both amazed
to find only heart prints
in a fine dusting of star fall
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Copyright (C) 2007 Salvatore Buttaci
OUR HOUSE OF LOVE
The slum lords
of poorly built
houses of love
envy the two of us.
Their eyes light up
piercingly green
when they see the castle
we have constructed
with the mortar and stone
of “I do” upon which,
story by story,
we take our place of love
skyward until one day
we will add
a golden steeple
where we will stand
tip-toed together
reaching up
to catch a cloud
to heaven.
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Copyright (C) 2007 Salvatore Buttaci
RITUAL
Two parties ceremoniously
commit their lives to each other
while the choir sings hymns
and loved ones sigh
or joyously sob.
Two parties courageously
sacrifice on the altar
a lamb or wild beast
to symbolize
the old death’s self.
Two parties timidly
repeat the magic words,
then kiss in conformity
to love’s rituals.
But I say beyond vows
and loving gestures,
beyond ritual and rite,
I will love you
beyond tradition
and convention,
for as long
as beats the rhythm
of time, until this heart
gives itself away
to the ritual
of life’s final silence.
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HOW THE TWO OF US
you say love is a hammer
pounding moments red-hot
on the anvil of time
a whisper you say
fluttering fragile and thin
as the breath of small birds
a rocket transporting us
to an absence of gravity
where truth is a lightheartedness
but I say love
is the way you look at me
the tilt of your face
in the crook of my nighttime arm
or love is how the two of us
go on cheating death forever
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ON DISPLAY
I’ve saved all the moments
in this shadowbox of love
placed mementos under glass
so that passersby could stop
and study how love
when nurtured
can long survive.
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ON THE LOOSE AGAIN
Berserkers savagely mad
are out scouring the city streets
in search of true lovers
to brutalize and leave for dead.
What strange quarry to hunt and kill!
Why not politicians who lie?
Or how about terrorists?
Go hunt them down and leave us free!
Could it be jealousy?
I have watched those raving madmen
question all that’s good and fair,
and rail against those who love life.
We have become their enemy.
Still, we must boldly proclaim our love,
shout it to the whole world
that we will not deny true love.
Berserkers may instill fear
in lovers who question themselves,
but as for us, let them bring it on!
We will bravely go on loving.
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Copyright (C) 2007 Salvatore Buttaci
LOST AT SEA
one day I found myself
lost in a sea of missing days
rowing nowhere
awestruck by the slosh
of foreign waters
and a darkening gray ceiling
of sky that appeared
to be crashing down on me
this is what loveless means
this is what the heart feels
in lonely places
this is the reason tears
flow from the well of
painful memories
why minds creak
past laughter
in familiar rooms
then you found me
lost on that tumultuous sea
waving my oar skyward
crying for deliverance
you suddenly appeared
an angel wingless
heart full of grace
wordless without guile
the restoration sculptor
of a heart
tarnished by false love’s
deceit
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Copyright (C) 2007 Salvatore Buttaci
THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT ME
Once I swore I was invincible,
Stronger than water and fire,
But the way you looked at me,
The way you took my hand
That trembled like a new born
The smile you wore much brighter
Than my yellow fear
Convinced me love was a ship
Sailing for an earthly Paradise
And that I wanted more than life itself
For you to take me there.
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ANGELS DANCE
On the head of a pin
Angels dance to prove
We don’t need much space
In this little life of ours
To prove God exists.
You say who you are;
I say who I am
And in the saying
We see how kindly
God makes Himself known.
Then we tell the world
One rhythmic step at a time
In one long dance
How both of us
Are at the same time
One
and
Two.
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Copyright (C) 2007 Salvatore Buttaci
