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life is handed
to us in its mystery
.
it looks as if
it is missing instructions
or punctuation
when I try it over and over
I may get it
.
the poetry I write
is what is given to me
.
Feb7
What Is Given
Tag Archives: inspiration
Jan31
I Stand Still
*
I stand still
writing
among the bare
woods
.
I stand here
observing
my eyes filled
with beauty
.
the sounds of
ducks in between
the church bells
sharp in the air
.
move my tears to
cover my cheeks
such emotional
life will last
.
in nature we live
we are born
again and again
let’s not forget
.
Jan24
Shiver
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take me tight in
embrace me wholly
let me be still as
serenity enters me
.
a coat of light
a small breeze leads
me to shiver
upon a gentle smile
.
.
Dec13
Desert Quest
Opening poem of the poetry collection 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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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
Dec6
Beauty Lingering
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it’s an afterward
moving
.
this of giving poetry
a way
.
to talk about the beauty
lingering
.
unseen
sensitivity shining
.
bright
in our darker days
.
when we
think there’s little
.
to be seen
.
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out
!
Nov29
Let’s 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
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
Nov15
Ask Me Not
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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
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
Nov8
Keep On Walking
*
our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, I published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
Nov1
November 1st
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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
.
From the poetry collection California Notebooks 02 now on sale.
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Oct12
Almost Gone
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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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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02 Click on the title to get your own copy.
Oct5
Stand Always
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stand always
at the beginning of things
.
keep that attitude
as your compass in life
.
you are never at the
end it will never be
.
the end of the world
but always for us
.
the beginning
of anything new
.
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This poem is in the first volume of “California Notebooks”.
To get your own copy click here
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Aug30
Disturbance
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the struggle to live
that has taken place
within me these past months
is disturbing the deeper
silence I was used to
.
Aug9
Stop To Receive
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waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
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Aug9
Stop To Receive
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waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
.
Jun21
Growing
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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
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annamosca 
