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Summer Poems – We Stall

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we stall through August

aside the rare days

when the sky thundered

the wind hissed and shout

and we run up and down

closing windows pulling

shades and lifting chairs

the following steps

were those of picking up

the tender plants uprooted

from the garden the scattered

tomatoes and plums

august with its singing nights

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Summer Poems – Mirrors

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summer comes
with invisible mirrors
on which each one stares
poses and eventually
struts away

indifferent are the spaces

on which people pause
I look up at the abundance
of details I look at them
and turn my eyes to
the parching fields

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Summer Poems – The Dog

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she huffs and puts her face
down lined up with the concrete
patiently waiting for me

to remember to feed her
as I read and write and forget

the cat comes protesting
instead loud and demanding
until I get up to feed them both

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Secret Name

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I dreamed my secret name

yes it was written

on a white stone

everything was crystal

clear then just like

the sky today harmony

coated and I felt so

relaxed so sleepy

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I fell into another night

when I woke up I could

not make out the writing

and I got news of more

deaths more killings

more drowning crimes

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if I could if I just could

tell everybody their

secret names

waking them up to life

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La bellezza

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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la conoscenza non è
l’intuizione della bellezza

non colpisce allo stesso modo
nè affonda come una radice sottile

nutrendo l’anima come
una pupilla dilatata che si apre

alla meraviglia
la bellezza è spontanea

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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Unexpected Smile

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me decorated

with an unexpected smile

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I now expect little and live the moment

exploring while passing over

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I’ve quit detaining I let

motion befalling having no

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more addresses, pinheads or pencils

I found my self delighted

in the last three lines

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

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I Was Once

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I was once

part of my dad

and also part of

my mother

 

later but not so

literally I was part

of someone else’s

 

further I will be part

of the trees’ roots

contributing to the

flowers’ beauty

 

part of water

somewhere in

the sky all along

I was part of god

 

but here you

stiffen and say

I cannot

 

prove it

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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.

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Finding Rest

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to soar up
above all

where stars
wait on the night

to pasture blue
clouds unkempt

where prayers
roam before

finding rest

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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.

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Behind The Full Moon

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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon

I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky

some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon

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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA

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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.

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