poe-m-try — Dec. 2009

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Rest in winter

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– acceptance
in the happy silence

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feel your roots

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dancing slowly
underground

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– stretching
toward the needed nectar

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death is but an attire

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-Dec. 2009-

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rain
stimulus of too many tears

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not exactly
the color of the sea in summer

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I’m longing for

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sweet moments of love
casting shadow

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as the bright sun does
away from my heart

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-Dec. 30th 2009-

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About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

2 responses »

    • Thank you Misha. With such a talented family and what your mom and Ben write, to affirm “I don’t know a terrible lot about poetry” is such a lovely understatement to me. Or actually the key may be the definition “terrible lot”, ‘cos I know you know enough with all the creative imput you carry in you… 🙂 Glad you did enjoy reading my poetry.

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