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the volume of the sky
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stretching from my feet
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Tag Archives: desert
May21
Behind The Full Moon
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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon
I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky
some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon
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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA
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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.
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Nov20
Dusty
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I leave the dust
to rest on my books
I remove the dust
from my shoes have
you wondered
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transforming desert
the vast space
filled with the wind
voice to instruct
my questioning soul
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Feb20
Lets Not Forget
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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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Jun27
The Lonely Trees
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wind tending
the lonely trees
too tall to reach
a few visits here
and there are clouds
birds the music
played by the wind
kissed by the sun
caressed by rain they
get more attention
– without moving –
some of us do
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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May27
Poetry is…
A very brief video of a poem read in the Coachella Valley, California.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
Apr11
The Sound Of Listening
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the sound of listening
intense in the desert
morning rising to beauty
sitting in the sun
waiting for silence
to fill me from within
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Mar7
The Next Silence
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I gather my thoughts
bending a little
away from the wind
that clears skies
from darkness of clouds
the air is gold
colored tiny speckles
dancing away a tip
a tap one tip more
fingers tapping with
closed eyes
a dance suspended
draw me closer
to your rhythm before
the next silence
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Feb15
Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 5
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on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Jan24
Winter Touch
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it takes but
a few days for
the white layer
on the mountains
to melt at their feet
back to bare skin
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Dec6
Description of a Transition – Closing of the California Notebooks 02
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poetry is
the description
of a transition
the details
of a voyage
into new unknown
lands laying
beside us all along
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This is the poems that comes right before the last one in my new book “California Notebooks 02”, coming soon!! This one is almost at the end… the last poem is a surprise.
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Nov30
Desert Quest – Opening of California Notebooks 02
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the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
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Coming Soon!
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Jul12
Desert Life
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from among the metal bars
escape the road runners
from the golf fields
I shall follow the other band
of elderly retired – those
who drive further into
the desert to sit time
at hand to watch the
migratory birds being
stopped by no borders
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May24
California Notebooks, 2016
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I sit squinting
my eyes amazed
once more how the
desert mountains
blend well into
the pale sky
you need to
love words for
them to jump up
at you I imagine
people will be
wanting to
know how
poetry works
how the wind in
the desert does
what also heat
does create
a haze to blend
us all in with land
and sky tender are
the colors now as
I wish blending
with his spirit
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Mar1
Indian Wells, 2015
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from among the metal bars
escape the road runners
away from the golf fields
me wishing to follow the
band of elderly retiree
who drive further into
the desert to sit time
at hand to watch the
migratory birds being
stopped by no borders
unlimited beauty
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