Tag Archives: nature

Eyeing The Sky

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it’s part of nature
to wait it took me
a long time to get
it to taste the truth
of such statement

beauty of flowers

starts in the cycle
the seed growing
in darkness eyeing
the sky smiling to
the breeze falling

asleep at night so
many times until
it’s fall come in
time that is a
repeat that

is patience at his best

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Now I Lay Me Down…

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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery

as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay

where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder

when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds

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Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras

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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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Born in a Dream

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I wish to be home
in the desert

wide open to nothingness
waiting

for my own shadows
immobile

vulnerable to the wind
filling me

emptiness and whispers of
far away lands

born in a dream I’m gone
as I write

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A teaser from the new volume of the California Notebooks I’ve been working on…

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Whispering, 2016

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I like to think
of my memory
fixed as I age

having a better
recollection of
all it has been

while
never alone
to get broader eyes

looking at the now
and what’s beyond
to see the whole

picture but
all I want indeed
is to have these

beautiful ears
placed as jewels to
decorate me

to hear dogs laughing
and birds singing
to detect clearly

his love whispering
the deep silence

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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The Making of Poems

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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 for our dull spirit

to remember a note
or two

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This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01. To get your own copy  click here

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Poetry From The California Notebooks

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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 for our dull spirit

to remember a note
or two

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This poem is in the first volume of “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy  click here

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Indian Wells

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I will not
repeat what
flowers tell me

as I walk by
at sunrise

their opening
to daylight

exhaling joy
it will stay
as gentle breeze

compressed
in shells shapes

to the sides of
my curious head

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Stillness From The California Notebooks 2015

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wind tending
the lonely trees

too tall to reach
a few visits here

and there clouds
birds the music

played by the wind
kissed by the sun

caressed by rain they
get more attention

without moving
some of us do
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Poetry From The California Notebooks

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everything speaks
to me
of mending lately

I hear that word
inside
a practice very few

are aware of and
even
less know how to

I see ants mending
sewing
dirt to the ground

endlessly humming
birds
working the low air

other birds unknown
to me
reach out to clouds to

attach them to the sky
for me
it’s all there to see

as I lay beside men who
only
know how to punch holes

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UN PETALO – A PETAL – video poetry

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The following minimalist video was shown for the second appointment organized by Archivio Dedalus in Milan, Italy, on Saturday July 11th 2015, together with the documentary on Franco Loi realized by Pezzella and a few others productions by independent filmakers.

The project aims to contribute to Expocittà Milano with cultural additions such as Feed Your Soul.
May I remember that the focus of Expo 2015 is Feed the Planet. Videos had to be part of one of two categories: Herbarium or Bestiary. My evocative video belongs to Herbarium this time, taking you from a petal to an internal journey. At the previous appointment I presented a video poem on My Black Cat that you may have seen or can be seen here on my blog.

On youtube you’ll find an explanation of this suggestive short video in English and here is a link to the original poem as it was previously posted here on WordPress.
https://annamosca.com/2014/02/05/california-notebooks-january-2014-2/

Click, or copy and paste, the link below. Comments here and there are welcome, enjoy it!

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