*
before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
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annamosca 
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
Came across this smll gem while exploring the poetry section of “Reccommended blogs. Read the first part, passed by, went back read tthe whole poem, passed by, then came back to re-post it. It is one of those small things that get stuck in your head. Enjoy.>KB
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Thank you K.A. Appreciate the reblogging!
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You are welcomed, Anna. >KB
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I liek this poem, reminds me of being out of work in Los Angeles and San Diego
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LOL you are on the right coast, with plenty of time at hand
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Anna, I always love your poetry and artwork, but the last stanza took my breath away: ‘that’s how the days roll/away’ such powerful usage of imagery/language from so many sources. Gorgeous.
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Thank you for your comment and appreciation on the last stanza and my work as a whole 🙂
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Sounds like a lot of our typical days. Your verse describes it well.
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It does. The magic is being able to stop, observe what is going on, even in the ordinary days, and appreciate it.
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Love it.
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Thank you Simon.
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I appreciate your brevity, and everyday imagery.
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That’s it, glad you like it!
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Exactly like this. The days roll away.
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Yes, they do. Thank you Alice for your comment.
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🙂
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Reminds me of waking up to a quiet and sunny Saturday morning after a work week of hell.
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So glad you could identify with it. Quiet can be powerful. Thank you.
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Always interesting.
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Thank you Carlos, appreciate your input.
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Thank you for the auspicious writeup. It in fact was a
amusement account it. Look advanced to far added agreeable from
you! However, how can we communicate?
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Lovely evocative poem. I like how you see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
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Thank you for commenting Carolyn, happy you like it. Yes, the ordinary can be extraordinary and viceversa, that is the way I like to see life. Extraordinary things happen to me all the time now 😉
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