*
in silence
is solace
is healing
.
in silence
sleeps comes
taking me places
.
while my healing
is weaved inside
my wounded body
.
silence is planning
my next steps to
warn off the enemy
.
that came inside
as shift as a thief
the cancerous cells
.
*
the great unknown
isn’t death I fear
to do harm to my body
this I fear indeed
to make poor choices
given what others say
not to discern my best
.
yet surrender
like a fish’s body in
stormy waters.
.
⁃ for what I know
.
that may be safe
to let the invisible pull me
while trusting fate
.
*
I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
.
when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
.
.
*
the dismay sinking
me down from other’s
anxieties thrown around
may I find strength to
pull out from under
may I live longer
.
*
there in the space within me
I hear silence courting me
.
how can I resist it when
.
every thing inside of me longs for
this union to come to pass
.
*
sounds in the background
breaks the silence
so precious it was limpid
.
.
mud foaming floating
all over senseless voices
can’t help themselves
.
Enjoy the visual art work as well
*
here it comes
the first poem of the year
right as the sun
hides low
behind the houses’ roofs
darkness
falls as a wet blanket
piercing
through my winter coat
a soft sound
cracking
on the frozen grass little
cautious
steps as it advances
.
*
it has to do with love
gazing at every
small thing and hear
the thank you
smile swelling inside
it has to do with
abundance gratitude
.
.
*
it took to be still
once more
to feel poetry
moving in
and around me
to flow to
lead to surge up
delicate
.
*
I’m left thinking
of this earthly time
we hold to it as if granted
.
having no understanding
no lightness of being
of seeing from above
.
*
I know I know
I know others
are deaf and blind
.
they hear not nor
see anything
I mean to explain
they care not
.
I know you know
you know others
who don’t
.
*
it takes care
to inquire of oneself
going down
inside in total silence
one step at
a time on imaginary
staircases
.
*
a thrill among branches
.
unseen the wind
.
moves leaves
and clouds
.
.
*
solitude lived
in absence
of fear
leads you
to great riches
.
*
standing strong
in my solitude
sweet moments
of deep joy out
of my own well
.
annamosca 