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lets not forget
the improvised song
.
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
.
wings flapping
nervously sounding
.
almost metallic
that clear it seems
.
lighter than
daylight
.
.
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let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
.
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
.
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
.
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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
.
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
.
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
.
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
.
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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
.
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
.
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
.
.
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I like to see
things from afar
.
to climb hills or
even stairs
.
see things in
their right
.
importance
little
.
not available
for grabs
.
me up there
where I should be
.
almost gone
totally here
.
.
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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed
.
it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out
.
I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may
.
join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away
.
suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye
.
as I sit speechless
.
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solitude is the place
of clear listening
a shining
meadow
.
there we are
given the privilege
of grasping what fills
the apparently invisible
*
let solitude be
my greater passion
the place in which
my life thrives
.
.
*
the struggle to live
that has taken place
within me these past months
is disturbing the deeper
silence I was used to
.
*
to read
to listen
to write
.
three steps
.
to be
to live
to die
.
.
*
I have learned
about richness
.
breath and time
.
I have been made
rich by this knowledge
.
*
my gorgeous shell
is broken
in spite of all my care
attention
in spite of people’s
praises
.
some dark spots
where
found inside spreading
they cut me
to pull all of them out
saw me back
.
I still hurt where they
broke me
I lost that harmonic beauty
I need to heal
time is what I paid all of this for
to have more
.
.
*
I feel the suffering
of my own body
the struggle yet
.
feeling not fighting
.
allows serenity
to surge to grow rich
in pain to rise up
,
*
the June thunderstorms
are a joy for my garden
and I
my body giving in to rest
with the parched trees
.
*
with poems I color
my emotions of new hues
stretch the perimeters
.
grasp a dreamed story
giving it legitimacy
the gifts are shared
.
my soul’s eyes scan
the air around of me
the breath of God
.
the most soft of nests
I am watching myself
growing with as I create
.
annamosca 
