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California Notebooks, Sept 2013

Posted on October 31, 2013 by anna mosca

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the mountain is brave indian red
no doubt deep between the lines
as well as on the surface
.
concealed in full sunlight
before the nightly grey darker
than midday’s impossible glare
.
the wait was proven worthy
wrist hurting at time
sipping away
.
in a sunburst pattern
of red and ocher hues some
green to avert belonging
.
the soul flows enwombed
tones reflected the mountain
itself reflecting today

their skin their
gazes those silences
pregnant of respect

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fragmentsofretrospect on October 31, 2013 at 4:09 pm said:

Beautiful!

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- anna mosca on October 31, 2013 at 4:20 pm said:
  
  Thank you 🙂
  
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stevehi on November 4, 2013 at 9:53 pm said:

Very nice, I enjoyed the spiritual quality.

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- anna mosca on November 10, 2013 at 4:28 pm said:
  
  Thank you Steve for picking that up…
  
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Bryan Sissel on November 8, 2013 at 4:48 pm said:

good stuff you pint a picture with your words

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theworldoutsidethewindow on November 10, 2013 at 3:53 pm said:

I really enjoyed this, it is lovely. Full of atmosphere and a sense of place..

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- anna mosca on November 10, 2013 at 3:59 pm said:
  
  Thank you for the feed back 🙂
  
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Blackbird on December 14, 2013 at 8:46 pm said:

Love this poem! “…indian red no doubt deep between the lines…” Excellent! I look forward to reading more…and your photography is breathtaking! And thanks for stopping by my blog…I really appreciate it!

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