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I know I know
I know others
are deaf and blind
.
they hear not nor
see anything
I mean to explain
they care not
.
I know you know
you know others
who don’t
.
Dec1
What We Know
Author Archives: anna mosca
Nov24
Unpublished November 2021
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tiredness came in
with this month
short of light
.
the trees light up
flashes in the short
hours fleeting in fogs
.
Nov10
Imaginary Staircases
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it takes care
to inquire of oneself
going down
inside in total silence
one step at
a time on imaginary
staircases
.
Nov3
The Foggy Line
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the foggy line
from insanity and
deep pain how far
can we go on
.
hurting others be
cause we won’t
a-knowledge
the experienced
.
rejection
Oct26
Ethereal
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maybe here is
the land of poems
coming as I can’t
wake up dozing
between steps
squinting tighter
feeling everything
deep inside of me
.
Oct19
Poetry
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poetry covers me
as water on a pebble
giving me a smooth
nature to be enjoyed
.
.
Oct12
A Thrill
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a thrill among branches
.
unseen the wind
.
moves leaves
and clouds
.
.
Oct10
Un brivido
Sunday’s Post are dedicated to Italian Poetry. You can read the same post on Tuesday in English
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un brivido tra le fronde
.
non visto il vento
.
muove le foglie
e le nuvole
.
Oct5
Smiles I Return
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the days I’ve got
to teach
.
I wake up
before the birds do
.
I leave
in the dark
with dark I return
.
stars shining
their smiles
which I return
.
Sep28
A River Pouring from California Notebooks
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a river pouring
you are not rushing
.
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
.
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
.
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
.
to be tell me what is
new today with you
.
.
Sep21
Early Autumn
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rustling the rusted
leaves run the ground
the rain of the dead
becomes the soft sound
of the lower wind
rearranging the streets
of an early autumn
.
Sep14
Ending
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the leaves fall
with the same dancing
moves of butterflies
flights wearing
in this season
the same hues
it’s the enchantment
of summer ending
rays to weave
weaker and weaker
as time goes by
.
Sep7
Solitude
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solitude lived
in absence
of fear
leads you
to great riches
.
Sep1
My Constellation
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I rise early
to search the day
to bide the night
.
ancestors
waiting to be
called out to shine
once more
.
as the moon shines
with the stars
in the sky
.
Aug29
Estate 2021 Inedita
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e poi smettono
le cicale
quelle vicine e
sale il verde
ancora più caldo
delle ortiche
.
annamosca 