Mar17

Poetry From The California Notebooks 2015

Posted on March 17, 2015 by anna mosca

Standard

*
I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field

careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful

as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close

around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near

enough – our dull spirits
remembering only a note
or two

22 responses »

rugerac on March 17, 2015 at 8:56 am said:

Good Stuff

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on March 23, 2015 at 11:10 pm said:
  
  Thank you for reading and commenting.
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply ↓
Chrissy on March 17, 2015 at 10:46 am said:

fantastic visual

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on March 23, 2015 at 11:10 pm said:
  
  Not all people have eyes to see in between words, glad you do Chrissy!
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply ↓
  - Chrissy on March 24, 2015 at 5:36 am said:
    
    some days more than others
    
    LikeLike
    
    Reply ↓
lensandpensbysally on March 18, 2015 at 6:15 am said:

Engaging combination…

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on March 23, 2015 at 11:09 pm said:
  
  Appreciate your comment, thank you…
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply ↓
Austin Starr on March 18, 2015 at 7:21 am said:

very nicely done — succint, with movement from one image/idea to another quickly and surprisingly.

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on March 23, 2015 at 11:08 pm said:
  
  Thank you for your comment and insight Austin Starr.
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply ↓
Noora on March 20, 2015 at 10:16 am said:

Great work – as usual.

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on March 23, 2015 at 11:07 pm said:
  
  Appreciate your comment Noora, as always! 😉
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply ↓
suchled on March 23, 2015 at 3:12 am said:

Anna, I hven’t made any comments recently but I often wander through your blog. Tonight I read “About Anna Mosca” again and I immediately thought of Jack Kerouac. If you were a lot older I think you may have liked him.

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on March 23, 2015 at 11:07 pm said:
  
  Kerouac is a myth, how not to know, and like, his work, age aside? Thank you for your comment and for wandering over here…
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply ↓
  - suchled on March 24, 2015 at 2:56 am said:
    
    I want more. You can’t just destroy an old man with a “Kerouac is a myth” when that old man has been a kerouacaphile for more years than you have been alive. I need more input. And if I don’t I will stop blogging and die.
    
    LikeLike
    
    Reply ↓
    - anna mosca on March 30, 2015 at 11:15 pm said:
      
      Sorry, my mistake in the choice of words. I meant he was a legend! I’m bilingual and in current Italian the word myth means legendary… I was flattered by your initial comment and then lost by the reply. Glad I realized my mistake. Thank you for not giving up!
      
      LikeLike
suchled on March 30, 2015 at 11:22 pm said:

Oh how I wish I could speak Italian. I taught in a school where 25% were of Italian decent and I loved the parents so much. They were so patient with me. “Pardone mi. Si non parlo Italiano.” It was so bad, but it earned me hugs and kisses. I have a whole book to write about that. Thank you so much for the reply. and go and read some more kerouac.

LikeLike

Reply ↓
toobrightlights on April 4, 2015 at 4:18 am said:

I love this. Very haiku-esque, delicate.

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on April 29, 2015 at 12:54 am said:
  
  Thank you for commenting, I love your insight.
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply ↓
OldenGray on April 26, 2015 at 2:52 pm said:

Given Mother Nature’s involvement here, that makes words a powerful as growing daisies. A beautiful work of art with such bright colors.

LikeLike

Reply ↓
- anna mosca on April 29, 2015 at 12:56 am said:
  
  Thank you OldenGray, welcome to this poem and to the spring season… With natures help many more to come 😊
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply ↓
  - OldenGray on April 29, 2015 at 9:55 am said:
    
    I, like many, look forward to the season unfolding with your pen!
    
    LikeLike
    
    Reply ↓
Alexia Lauren on June 11, 2015 at 1:16 am said:

Each line is a beauty in itself. ♡

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply ↓