Not Rosaries Nor Missals – The Look My Soul Has

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

2 responses »

    • Thank you Jeanne, they both love light and endure strong winds and droughts… and so much more to say! Not Rosaries Nor Missals will continue for a few days on this blog, hope to see you here again.

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