Joseph Pirrello

Your words are as big as rocks –

They don’t fit in my ears.

The sun is at its zenith and the

Shadows are tucked in its pocket.

The rainbows paint the surly skies.

The cosmos expands like a flexing muscle.

The restless earthquake cracks the landscape.

Joseph Pirrello paints a world where you can look at the sky, see the morning dew shimmering on a leaf, pick up a palm-pink seashell to listen to the waves and then in the next breath be pondering the night giving birth to the Zodiac. His thoughtful poems are a delight of observation and sensitivity, accessible to a wide audience. Pirrello travels with us through life pondering sunlight’s splendour, enjoying the bite of an apple and wondering why in all this beauty such things as old age and war occur.

Each poem encompasses a wealth of ideas and can be re-read with pleasure to sift the colours, the careful choice of words, and the confrontation of ideas into a deeper understanding of the poet’s intention. His quiet enjoyment of Nature contrasts with poems about relationships, animals, pets, books, tea cups, his mother and even a lighthouse. This wonderful range of topics is endlessly interesting. Dedicated to Judith, the poems provide homage and are intended to amuse and delight.