Dec4

Face To Face

Posted on December 4, 2018 by anna mosca

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it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me

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Larry Kutcher on December 4, 2018 at 10:45 am said:

Beautiful!

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- anna mosca on December 4, 2018 at 1:08 pm said:
  
  Thank you Larry!
  
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Vicki Mercer on December 9, 2018 at 1:17 am said:

Beautiful

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- anna mosca on December 11, 2018 at 11:56 am said:
  
  Thank you Vicki, a new one, connected to this one, is out today!
  
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patricknelson750 on December 20, 2018 at 1:38 am said:

Are they tears of sadness or joy, or just tears that come with the appreciation of beauty? : )

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- anna mosca on December 20, 2018 at 12:51 pm said:
  
  When I face Poetry, especially after some times of distracted or forced distance (read the poem before, The Other People), that’s what I feel. So I guess all of what you listed 😀
  
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