Aug5

Stillness From The California Notebooks, 2015

Posted on August 5, 2015 by anna mosca

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it’s the ticking
away all the minutes
collected as seeds planted

in rows

all the words kept
in some black holes
where we’ll eventually end

up too
where the horizon is
brighter and dawn thinner

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Brady Thomas on August 5, 2015 at 10:12 am said:

Love it!!!!!!

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- anna mosca on August 6, 2015 at 12:13 am said:
  
  love it that you love it 😉 (thank you)
  
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Alina on August 6, 2015 at 10:26 am said:

Beautiful transition, Anna 🙂

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- anna mosca on August 9, 2015 at 5:45 am said:
  
  appreciate your comment, thank you Alina 😀
  
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5h2o on August 10, 2015 at 5:06 pm said:

Nice.

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- anna mosca on August 13, 2015 at 1:38 pm said:
  
  Thank you for letting me know you like it!
  
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megdekorne on August 11, 2015 at 9:04 am said:

” all the words kept in black holes ” ….such a beautiful line …I love the depth of this poem and how it touches me ( I think stones are the earths original words ) thank you too for visiting me this morning …love , megxxx

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- anna mosca on August 13, 2015 at 1:43 pm said:
  
  Hi Meg, you are welcome! I just love your picture in parenthesis (stones as the earths original words – stones are a wonder themselves), what I call food for thoughts, and so many more images can come out of it! Beautiful comment, thank you, love and serenity to you as well…
  
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beth wimmer on August 13, 2015 at 12:12 pm said:

wow. beautiful.

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- anna mosca on August 13, 2015 at 1:48 pm said:
  
  ciao 🙂 Beth! nice to see you here as well, thank you for commenting… doesn’t the picture effect you just as the poem does? feeling like you need to have your eyes going back and back again, caressing shapes and lines…
  
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stephendallen on August 23, 2015 at 5:50 am said:

The way you use words, in your poetry, seems to blur the distinction between the verbal, and the visceral line, and form, of visual art: Simply stunning!

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