*
wishing for one more
soundless day
swimming quietly
at the bottom of
a sea of written words
— squealing and chirping
if any outside
the time held
between night
and day between
sleep and awakening
.
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Apr9
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annamosca 
Exquisite!
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Delighted you you like it so much!
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Love “sea of words”.
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Thank you (so do I… swimming quietly at the bottom of…)
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Yes, that’s the only kind of swimming I do–much more relaxing, easier to breathe.
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Sorry, but I pinged ya.
Hope that is OK
http://wp.me/p2Yfgl-Cq
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… meaning???
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what a beautiful poem, you are so talented!!!! I really can feel the words!
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So nice to read that you were touched, thank you Cornelia for letting me know about it!
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It has been some time since I visited, I’m glad I came today
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Surely glad, very glad, you came back today 🙂
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“a sea of written words”
What evocative poetry you weave! Thanks for the like on my own work so I knew to come and read your words.
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You are most welcome! I agree with your interpretation of weaving… 🙂
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I loved the last insert. It made me feel the calm stagnant yet peaceful quality of the days between those sleeping and awakening. Thank you for sharing Anna : ) – Sha
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Thank you for your feedback and for getting that specific vision out of my writing!
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Wonderful.
I, too, like that space in-between.
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Thank you, glad for your comment.
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I love this – so tranquil. Thank you for visiting and following my blog. Your poems have a lovely feel – I will definitely be back to visit again. TDx
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You are most welcome! Come back anytime (with the tigers – I’m a WaterTiger in chinese horoscope)…
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Passeggio. Ogni tanto mi fermo. Cullata da queste parole. Brava Anna.
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hai letto anche le inglesi?!? grazie…
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“wishing for one more
soundless day”
Absolutely beautiful. The brevity with which you summarized the feelings captured in silence is stunning. I only feel able to capture that feeling in mentions of coffee and novels, or marmalade for some strange reason. Filled with quaint, poignant verbiage. It makes me feel like I should go get lost in a forest with a notebook like I used to. Beautiful – thank you for the read.
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