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it’s there you know
poetry waits patiently
for me to return to
our holy silence
to our time alone to
that embrace if I could
never let go always
be poetry myself
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Dec11
Tag Archives: Photography
Dec4
Face To Face
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it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me
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Dec2
Immagina
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i morti di quei campi
i morti della guerra
i morti delle stragi politiche
i morti del mediterraneo
i morti che
non appartenevano
alla parte giusta
alla razza giusta
al paese giusto
tornano tutti
in vita un giorno
come in un sogno
per svegliarci tutti
immagina
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Nov27
The Other People
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it has been weeks
since we had a good
time and talked one
to another poetry
and I weeks of dry
isolation weeks
of mundane problems
sinking down with
all the other people
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Nov20
Dusty
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I leave the dust
to rest on my books
I remove the dust
from my shoes have
you wondered
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transforming desert
the vast space
filled with the wind
voice to instruct
my questioning soul
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Nov13
Language
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things cluttered
I move them around
just a bit as to call them
to make a list of prisoners
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to make them feel less
lonely as my mind
speaks to them
their language
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Nov11
Anime
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian poetry.
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siamo anime in otri di pelle
anime che sono fiumi
tumultuose
sospese in un oceano
sospinte da fuori e da dentro
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Poesia inedita citata nell’articolo di ieri del Cittadino di Monza
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Nov6
The Forgotten Taste
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the forgotten taste
of bitterness hitting
my tongue again
something
I wasn’t eager
to experience once
again you lash out
anger empowering
you robbing us
of our beauty
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Oct30
These Days
With sorrow…
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the tree of life
cannot be taken
down by shotguns
the tree of knowledge
has because we do
not understand
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https://annamosca.com/2016/08/30/these-days/
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Oct23
Time And Places
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those are places
geographical ones
pins on paper
tips of pens
thoughts of now
lived before
in a dream
we walked
not crossing
eyes shut
if we look the
weft increases
knowledge of
different places
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Oct9
A Luminous Day
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we are here
softly abandoned
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
the night upon which we
both struggled with
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Oct2
Islands Do Float
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after decades spent
in the seriousness of being
pondering judging achieving
fastening my seat belt
to the land of lightness
where islands do float
as all my thoughts
in enchanted bliss
here silently I’m
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Sep23
Pensiero
Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian poetry
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quando sono completamente
esausta la poesia si china
a raccogliermi per farmi volare
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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Sep18
The Last Summer Sun
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I turn my shoulders
to the last summer sun
inconsolable for fall
at the door and winter
following they get into
my bones and stay too
long I try resignation
to no avail on my
mutilated wings
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California Notebook 03 is on its way!
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Sep11
Step 13 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
As I believe in the infinite circle, here after Step 1, is Step 13 🙂
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while I learn to move my ears
in the air to grasp whispers
poetry explains itself
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It’s my hope that each steps of Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Poem led you further ahead in your love and understanding of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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