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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 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
.
*
I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
.
when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
.
.
*
approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
.
.
.
This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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I walk around my
small land where trees
abound and I have
a restlessness this year
I never had as if
my garden and I have lost
communication
.
but I attend the land a lot
.
I sit waiting as at
the bed of a sick child to
whom nobody hands
water exhausted
I tighten my hands one
with the other in
silent pain I look down
.
to the aging skin
to the black rim under
my nails its dirt
sticking to me my garden’s
way to hold onto me
.
.
*
the new territory
I found myself on
.
this not knowing
all I could know
.
waiting long days
molding thoughts
.
making the dark
ones captive
.
feeling your body
changing under
your finger tips
.
*
the dismay sinking
me down from other’s
anxieties thrown around
may I find strength to
pull out from under
may I live longer
.
*
let things slip away
so not to sink
let words come out
precise
.
try things out those
that come your way
nothing comes around
twice the same
.
look around now
breathing in awe
.
*
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
.
*
as I contemplate
morning light peaking
through cold mornings
.
it’s the sound of the wind
running low on the streets
that gets my attention
.
getting distracted
following fast
moving
.
dried leaves
rustling through
disappearing
.
as dawn catches
up with me
behind my back
.
Sunday Posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
Tuesday Posts will be in English as usual.
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eh già ormai
qui vengo solo
il fine settimana
ed è gioia oggi
.
mentre l’occhio scorge il sole
sorgere riflesso nella casa
a me di fronte risvegliarmi
in una serie di tepori
calda la luce tra la patina di gelo
copre tutti i tetti fino all’erba
si riscalda l’anima tra gemiti di gioia
sale questo lieve calore
.
mentre sgrano testi nel tempo che
oggi mi concedo per leggere
le parole delle poesie che
mi guardano al cuore
.
Enjoy the visual art work as well
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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
.
.
*
where did my soul go
she’s hurt and offended
she’s hiding from me
from others I will go now
looking for her I will
walk long step after step
until the blood pumps
until the heart awakens
until my legs hurt no more
until I could hear my soul’s
voice calling me out to be
taken softly in my arms
.
annamosca 