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.

I miei passi – Un volo oltre

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se comprendo

che ripercorri

i miei passi

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non posso ignorare

il respiro che esce

poco alla volta

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trattenuto dopo

un tempo buio

separazioni

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boschi attraversati

sulle ginocchia

per vedere meglio

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il fondo che non

è mare limpido

cielo capovolto

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Poesia tratta da Un volo oltre, 2013.

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Running Uphill – The London Hours

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I will close this page
and put it away

I will have a look
at such light
lingering

I will stand eventually

get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls

I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases

one more time
running uphill

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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.

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Give Shapes To Music

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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence

to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands

on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love

slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness

into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around

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Poem from California Notebooks 01

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Un po’ di poesia

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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non voglio
che nessuno muoia senza
un po’ di poesia

un tono
d’amore o compassione
passione

ti auguro
l’urgenza di valicare
questa

soglia
mentre sei nella tua dimora una
bella pelle

desiderando che
arrivi quel tocco dall’alto

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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02

How Often We Forget

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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun

we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing

how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes

we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating

how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you

no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths

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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.

 

Eyes Wide Open

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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On Writing

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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain

these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas

needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02

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Quaderni Californiani

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alcune poesie
vagheggiano d’essere
giardini o meglio ancora laghi

racchiusi e sicuri
ideali per meditare
perfetti per lasciarsi andare

dove persino il silenzio
è circospetto prezioso
accoglie e anche

esclude il tempo
come un palpito
trattenuto

tra le mani

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Poesia tratta dal libro “California Notebook” in vendita da Feltrinelli, per avere la vostra copia cliccate qui

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Tuesdays posts will be in English as usual

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Time

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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged

time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested

and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath

time shows itself
and swiftly go

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon.

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Firecrest

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why not marvel

at the thin long beak

of the firecrest

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or cry tears realizing

such songs

came from a thumb

size chest

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he fit the mouth

of my cat

so little it was this

bundle of joy

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covering the sky

among trees

with his wings

soft in my palm now

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Eterea

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come goccia d’olio

trattenuta dall’acqua

 

mi estendo piano

impercettibilmente

 

 

lentamente pascolo

l’anima accudita

 

cresce alta

eterea

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Sì, la domenica le poesie sono in italiano.

Tuesdays posts will be in English as usual.

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Eternity Roams

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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel

forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams

seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me

deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.

Armonia

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l’eternità vaga
dentro me non posso
che viaggiare

perlustro senza sosta
la mente e lo spazio
sulla terra e nei sogni

cerco un ordine
inseguo le acque
l’armonia che riempie

a fondo da dentro
per farmi lago

alas a casa

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia è parte della collezione bilingue California Notebooks

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.