Dragnet

Today I've taken your net and I'll drag you,
to the world of poetry without muses,
without artifice, without deceit.
I will trap you and you will be you,
stop dreaming,
listen to yourself,
hear yourself,
once and for all,
and bring out the best,
the dazzling.

Stop running away,
and get in the mud,
that clay of a ***** life.
Flee from the day to day and go outside,
reach the ecstasy of your olympus,
transcend, aspire to so much more.
Stop thinking that everything is about rhyming,
stop the *******, and bring out the best,
forget everything you've learned and be real.

Stop that mocking laugh, for crying so much blinds you,
listen to your body, and tell what matters to you.
Tear up all your poems, and start over,
again and again, and reread your broken ones.
Fly beyond stoves and chairs,
bring out what you have so deep inside.

In your dragnet, search,
for that which you don't know is there
And just think, everything comes,
the poem is you,
the sublime.
Stop living a bad life,
and let everything flow,
in the small lies the great.

And one day your gray hairs will be snow
of poems in August, on horses of light,
that blind with so much beauty, in your final sun.
In the net of sea and sun, where the old will be reborn endlessly,
where beauty will begin again and again in endless poems.

Forget everything,
start anew,
strip yourself of the useless,
listen to your heart,
it will speak to you in verse,
and the snow will melt
into warm poems.
Seek the miracle,
of believing in yourself,
immerse yourself,
in the net,
of fishing,
unique poems,
to hang them wherever you want.