*
these days
I feel like a boat
in the woods
.
late at night
under a cloudy sky
not even stars
.
to dream upon
an imaginary route
on rocky soil
.
Jul28
Imaginary Route – Deep Sea Diaries
Tag Archives: mindfulness
Jul20
I Notice
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I notice the silence
.
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
.
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
.
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
.
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
.
down where it was letting
my head as beheaded
.
falling too
.
.
Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.
Jul18
L’attimo
Sundays poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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noto il silenzio
.
non più i cinguettii
o le chiacchiere del vento
.
noto il colobrì cercare
l’immobilità sbattendo le ali
.
furiosamente smetto di impegnarmi
lascio liberi i miei occhi
.
cercano di aggrapparsi alle lettere
sulla pagina quando abbasso il libro
.
giù dov’era prima lasciando
cadere come se tagliata
.
anche la mia testa
.
Poesia tratta dal libro bilingue “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli per avere la vostra copia cliccate qui
Yes, on Tuesday poems will always be in English.
.
Jul6
The Right Place
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you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
This poem is at page 51 of the bilingual poetry book California Notebooks 02
Jun29
The Revelation Of Presence
*
I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
.
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
.
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
.
leaving
.
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
.
.
Jun22
The Sea From Afar
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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside
.
watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done
.
walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin
.
my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing
.
.
This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.
Jun15
Perched On A Tree
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the times I survived
my hardships
.
brought abruptly
into my life
were those on which
.
I stood on adversity
as a bird
perched on a tree
.
Jun8
The Garden Told Me
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the garden told me
it needs me
.
a poet to walk along
it to unlock
the unseen unheard
.
to feel home
while lost it needed
it told me
.
someone that will
walk it for
no reason at all
.
if not to be
it to breath along
.
Jun2
The Songs Of Butterflies
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it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same
a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose
myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to
the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back
This poem, written in 2014, is from the collection California Notebooks 01, click on the title if interested in your own copy.
May11
Recess
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I now let the sun showering
over my head
filled with troubled thoughts
sleepless my night
tied up by uncertain feelings
I could not see
the light that sets me free
.
May4
Such Silence
*
such lightness
silence lingers
I thrive under
silence falls on us
to help us on
telling what is you
have to be
silent to hear poetry
.
Apr27
Poems Come
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when you honor
three layers of mountains
brown beige and purple
straight ahead of you
against a bright blue drape
not noticing the golf ball
poems come floating
the crystal breeze
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 written in Indian Wells, California.
Apr21
In The Middle
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to find the way
to that hiding place
right inside me
and right in the middle
build a nest
where to cuddle where
to sing to rest
inside of me the eternal
.
.
Apr11
Aprile 2021 – Inedita
Sundays’ are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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siamo evanescenti
siamo temporanei
.
siamo sospensione
del fiato divino siamo
la pausa tra le parole
.
siamo il sacro steso
alla luce quotidiana
.
.
.
On Tuesday poems will be posted in English as usual.
Sì, il martedì le poesie saranno in inglese come sempre.
.
Apr6
A Soft Gliding
*
when poetry comes
as a soft gliding
over my feelings
searching to appease
me a gentle caress
.
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annamosca 