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.

Love is Reverence

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I have worn shoes
covered with trails

dust sticking loud
louder than my long

path of silence I
have asked to see

the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream

where roads aren’t
hard where people

say without speaking
love is reverence

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The Birds Trills

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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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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 

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Oltre

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Sundays’ Post are dedicated to Italian Poetry.

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essere stesi

non sapendo

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ma seguendo

il raggio col dito

l’occhio assopito

le schegge nel buio

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dimenticate nel sasso

che tengo in tasca

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Sì, la domeninca le poesie saranno in italiano!

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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My Feelings

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my feelings this time

don’t want to stay on

paper or even reach it

there’s is a modesty

to them as they rise

from my aging family

I move from pangs

of anxious pain to

serenity as giving

honor to vulnerability

brought forth a new

sweetness to be

savored alone

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Discorsi

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Sundays’ Post are dedicated to Italian Poetry.

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quanto stancano

i discorsi inutili

spesi per conoscersi

coscienze ubriache

addormentate

anche in sogno

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Sì, la domeninca le poesie saranno in italiano!

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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