*
.
we are here
softly abandoned
.
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
.
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
.
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
.
the night upon which we
both struggled with
.
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
.
.
annamosca 
I love this one, it’s so Californian!
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yes, it is where I am at… 🙂 thank you
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Lovely!
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🙂 thank you
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It makes me think how I’ve abandoned my journal books for the computer. Something was gained, but, oh that intimacy of pen on paper is lost, maybe forever.
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it does talk about intimacy… sorry you feel this way, on the contrary I have a hard time with pen and paper… I keep all my notes and journal on my iphone, it’s my small treasure box, just as much as my sketch book use to be 🙂
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We are softly abandoned when looking down upon casted shadows from a distance, with the only clarity being that fear that never makes us comforted. I love the writing and I got something from it, so thanks for sharing your work of art. 🙂
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fear never makes us comforted, you are so right… glad this spoke to you, it’s a quite dense poem. thank you for your feedback and you are welcome…
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Something here gives the weight of light that presses on the top of the head, suddenly entering another weather with no acclimatising!
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Ahahah… you are so right Simon!
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I read this aloud a few times to get the full benefit. I hope my recitation didn’t mangle it.
Beautiful work, this.
And I have to agree with Cornelia’s comment: “So Californian.”
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Perfect, reading it aloud, more than once, is the key, it’s the key to most poems… glad you could benefit from it. Thank you for the feedback and compliment!
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a rare gem. tony
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Ah, happy you liked this one so much Tony!
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Love your work! You seem to capture personal moments in time quite beautifully
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Thank you Alma! So glad to read your nice feedback and for being precise in your comment…
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