Author Archives: anna mosca

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.

Prima Vera Domenica

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Sunday’ posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry. Tuesdays’ poems will be in English, as always.

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a noi non resta

memoria della neve

del suo cadere silenziosa

del suo coprire e calmare

del suo sciogliersi nutrendo

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a noi resta

la terra dura dell’inverno

di una siccità sgradita

che porta ad una rigidità

non fertile al fuoco estivo

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a noi che non badiamo

e nulla ascoltiamo noi

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Breathing

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it’s the stall that

makes me nervous

the space between

branches that

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makes me breath

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the silent wake up

calls before the

birds sing that

has me pray

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Winter Hides

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winter hides the green

away

no complementary

colors

even at sunsets

winter

hides but those tiny

flowers

that makes me break

into a smile

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here and there I smile

some

light out of me shines

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I Stand Still

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I stand still

writing

among the bare

woods

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I stand here

observing

my eyes filled

with beauty

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the sounds of

ducks in between

the church bells

sharp in the air

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move my tears to

cover my cheeks

such emotional

life will last

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in nature we live

we are born

again and again

let’s not forget

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Fear Lives

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fear lives in us

the more we push it

out the more

it sinks its roots in the dark

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to be able

to recognize it when

we look from its eyes

terrified

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at life well aware

we don’t understand

what influences us is what

halts my words now

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What It Takes

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the garden repeats

itself with no shame

day after day

year after year

it is the ritual of life

honest repetitions

with no aim to gain

simply to be

I learn each day

from these visits

each step I take

wisdom sheds

entering me

imperceptible

it takes a needy

heart to see

this incredible

life experience

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