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Hospital Time

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in silence

is solace

is healing

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in silence

sleeps comes

taking me places

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while my healing

is weaved inside

my wounded body

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silence is planning

my next steps to

warn off the enemy

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that came inside

as shift as a thief

the cancerous cells

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Light

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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts

to linger in god’s
presence
light

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

Black Rim

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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

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but I attend the land a lot

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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

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to the aging skin

to the black rim under

my nails its dirt

sticking to me my garden’s

way to hold onto me

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February 1st 2022

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as I contemplate

morning light peaking

through cold mornings

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it’s the sound of the wind

running low on the streets

that gets my attention

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getting distracted

following fast

moving

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dried leaves

rustling through

disappearing

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as dawn catches

up with me

behind my back

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Questo lieve calore

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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

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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

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mentre sgrano testi nel tempo che

oggi mi concedo per leggere

le parole delle poesie che

mi guardano al cuore

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Here It comes

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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

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Anna Mosca, Self Portrait, Dec. 2021.

On Tenderness – Dec.2021

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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

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