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something to do with measures
unknown
to others the length
of my despair whether is
it by nature, mine
or a not understanding of facts
of the jokes
among men, their secret bets
their sudden shoulders
and all was lived
and built, all that had an essence
to dust them off
to cough them up
it’s all forgotten
at once.
I don’t seem
to understand other’s
measures, the sense of
their steps, it’s long
far from me.
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From the collection of The London Hours, 2012.
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky is the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off before
the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
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transparency
is something I
share with fish
I’m suspended
at last a gracious
moment they
stick closer if I
hold in stillnes
even more come
what is there
re generation
wisdom shared
I wish I could
last forever in
salty waters
weightless
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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.
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where the horizon
goes
horizontal
nothing to climb
and look down on
just a step over
looking at the other
side
and letting go
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the blossoms on the trees
this is the season are pink
and white both becoming to
the sky’s hues as to the thin
blushing of the passing clouds
some are already stretched
on the ground decorating grass
dirt or cement some floating
dead in puddles reflecting
though a darker sky
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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field
careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful
as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close
around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near
enough – our dull spirits
remembering only a note
or two
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the stillness
of some nights
has few equals
owls sounds
out of nowhere
under this canopy
honeyed darkness
wrapped around
my lonely steps
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to soar up
above all
where stars
wait on the night
to pasture blue
clouds unkempt
where prayers
roam before
finding rest
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I had the feeling
I had been lost at sea
just for a few weeks
if weeks count as
years having no sweet
food or drink just
overcoming the waves
withstand the wind patience
unfolded under the sun
one morning – passing by
a mirror – not able to
recognize myself
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(The audio versions can be found, at the end of the poem, here on the IPM page http://wp.me/phPCu-MX)
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ho avuto la sensazione
d’esser stata naufraga persa
nel mare qualche settimana
se le settimane contano
come anni senza cibo
o acqua dolce solo
le onde da superare
sopportando il vento la pazienza
spiegata sotto il sole
una mattina – passando
davanti a uno specchio –
incapace di riconoscermi
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my feet are crossed
in bed casually
as if I were laying
under an apple tree
on a motionless
summer afternoon
with arms bent
and opened up
around my head
wings as I travel
the darkened road
one deep breath
after another
to dreamland
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last night I fell in bed
my body loaded
with past worries
each limb lead
I placed my hair
nicely around my head
shutting doors and eyelids
I entered sleep
many worlds were there
I was light going places
there were miracles
even healing and justice
done I played them over
and over going back as
many times as my rest let me
when awakened I was no good
I could not return to life I clung
stoutly to each dream in a doze
in a willingness to believe
the alchemy of transferring
dreams’ revelations into
the actual daily thinking
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I long for your hand
reaching out to you
in your solitary time
it feels right to exchange
tenderness as rare
a garment today
everyone wearing
passion, jealousy, envy
claiming to feel
alive consumed indeed
that common look
wearing everything out
underwear outerwear
deeds feelings selfies
very little left beneath
simply I reach out
to your hand let it be
all with all its significance
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when clouds came
with rare rain
painting gray hues
I wanted to follow the
top line of
the mountain range
I had a downfall
lacking some health
for a day of two
during my efforts to rise
rumble came
down the hilltops perhaps
shaking the ground
as the clouds
lowered to the earth
bowing almost a fog
as I lay there one more
dawn on my back
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may my smile
be forever loving
as I play in life
new roles and adjust
words as a tight dress
may wind cloth me
forever changing
just that loving smile
let then one survive
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I wish to express my up most gratitude to all of you for the appreciation shown in 2014 and to wish to each one of you to grasp the best of today, and tomorrow, when it comes, I’ll do the same. This is how I’ve learned to wish you a Happy 2015. Life is one step at a time, day by day we ought to count our blessings. Today I’ve you, thank you.
Hoping to have you here in the days to come.
Below is a collection of the poems you liked the most this past year. I though you may like to read them again, when you got the time, or to notice one you may have missed. Enjoy them!
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compare love
to water
.
in its many manifesting
ways
.
solid and fluid
misty and evaporating
.
going up and coming down
never ceasing existing
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always present
.
one form or
another
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/29/california-notebooks-2014/
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wishing for one more
soundless day
.
swimming quietly
at the bottom of
a sea of written words
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– squealing and chirping
if any outside
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the time held
between night
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and day between
sleep and awakening
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/california-notebooks-2014-3/
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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
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habits are formed good ones
.
I’ve learned in between
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steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossoms
.
in presence
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/22/california-notebooks-2014-5/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/california-notebooks-2014-4/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/california-notebooks-january-2014-6/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/california-notebooks/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/09/california-notebooks-january-2014-9/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/california-notebooks-2014-7/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/california-notebooks-2014-9/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/05/19/california-notebooks-2014-10/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/california-notebooks-2014-2/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/california-notebooks-2014-6/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/california-notebooks-january-2014-10/
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