May10

The Birds Trills

Posted on May 10, 2017 by anna mosca

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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out

I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof

to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive

I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work

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2014-11-17 15.40.51

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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NAREN on May 10, 2017 at 6:37 am said:

beautiful

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- anna mosca on May 10, 2017 at 7:31 am said:
  
  Thank you Naren, happy you like it!
  
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Chagall on May 10, 2017 at 7:43 am said:

Interesting flow/enjambement —CC

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- anna mosca on May 10, 2017 at 8:36 am said:
  
  Thank you for noticing CC, I love playing with enjambements!
  
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Betty Hayes Albright on May 10, 2017 at 1:35 pm said:

Elegant in its seeming simplicity – with so much between the lines!

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- anna mosca on May 10, 2017 at 1:45 pm said:
  
  Uh, Betty so happy to read your comment! I love that you see what is there, between the lines. Thank you.
  
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naztko on May 12, 2017 at 6:04 am said:

Reblogged this on The Blog That Would Destroy the World.

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- anna mosca on May 12, 2017 at 6:11 am said:
  
  Thank you for the re blog
  
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