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the act of poetry
may help to face fear
.
in that willful gaze
to dissolve it in writing
.
in the act of reading
in the sounds severing
the space around us
.
Apr26
The Act Of Poetry
Tag Archives: fear
Dec18
This Whisper
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I write hesitantly
as if scared to feel
too much as if afraid
to make noise
.
to intimidate
the graciousness
of this whisper past
my ears past my mind
.
I got there somehow
once more afraid
to be cast away
when I was it
.
.
.
.
Aug30
These Days
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the tree of life
cannot be taken
down by shotguns
the tree of knowledge
has because we do
not understand
.
.
.
.
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Dec1
Dreams From California Notebooks, 2015
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now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
.
.
.
.
Sep27
The London Hours, 2012
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your tone harsh accusing
pushing me far testing me
.
i’ve no rooms for games
we could have had a large house
.
i would have settled for a bedroom 24/7
no restroom and such you vomit everything out
.
even what wasn’t on the table
fear is a dangerous stimulant
.
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Jul27
The London Hours, 2012
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the bus coming forward
carrying large cumulus
completely white
.
in the front windshield
what was on my back
i would have not seen
.
restlessness won’t leave
never taking a trip far
since he’s gone
.
the brightness pierces
i cannot stand waste
days thrown void
.
driving down the circle
we’ll get around somehow
at a time that may not be mine
.
i fear you fear and such
is at the wheel i guess
having taken us so far
.
down this road
is the ticket office
.
.
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Feb9
The London Hours, 2012
*
it was now
a matter of time
.
falling
asleep
knowing you
near
.
( I thought so)
.
.
on the other side
of the continent after
.
hours trying
to fly off
ice
.
fear of skating
fear of sharp
wings of ice
on the propeller fear
.
of dying with
you alone
knowing it
.
___you were
___asking on
___morning hours
___I nodded
.
present
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annamosca 