Tag Archives: poe-M-try

Jun17

Video Poetry for Groundzero 2013

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Video of photos and poetry recited, created for the opening of the gallery Groundzero in Albenga, Italy, in the spring 2013.
Poems are read from the following collections: Poe-m-try, Morning Visions and Strings by Anna Mosca. Tracks and voice Anna Mosca. Photos by Anna Mosca. Editing Mirela Burca

© Anna Mosca

Video di foto e poesia recitata, creato per l’apertura della galleria Groundzero in Albenga (SV), nella primavera del 2013.
Le poesie lette sono delle seguenti raccolte: Poe-m-try, Morning Visions, e Strings di Anna Mosca. Traccie e voce Anna Mosca. Foto di Anna Mosca. Montaggio foto di Mirella Burca.

© Anna Mosca

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Dec7

Poe-m-try, Letters

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drowned

an old suitcase

full of letters

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heart swollen

the words he left

with me

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wonder stitched to him

what was temporary

lasting

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inked letters

drawings on paper

almost invisible

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once

I now see

a river

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unstoppable

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-Jan. 19, 2010-

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Nov25

Poe-m-try, He likes the golden I carry

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he likes the golden I carry

I thought he visited us often –

he comes regularly

at my eyelids doors

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he sits on blonde

eyelashes and whispers

showing me stories

to teach me

the curvy way of love

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he loves on my trembling

lips budding up and 
flies low

on the silk of my skin

he sees me when I don’t

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he speaks to me when

I don’t hear but

his visits stay with me

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one day I may tell

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-february 22, 2010-

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Dec16

painplainfully – December 2011

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skin sagging into sweetness

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wisdom

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trembling lips under teary eyes

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moving away as clouds

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shadows lingering

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hands covered with landscape

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furrows plowed

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a voice ceasing

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old age and the facing of death

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no more sounds

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iced silence on a frozen scape

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Nov25

Poe-m-try, The Concept of Dripping, 02-2010

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the concept of dripping
is that of falling down
a bit
at a time
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recurrently
insistently
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falling leaves me
untouched as
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I expand
take all the room I can

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to enjoy this day
not one moment behind
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contemplating the golden light
within
smearing the mist on me
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no defeat should cross this
kingdom door today
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fantasy a window with no curtains

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-February 18, 2010-
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Fantasy a window with no curtains

Jul7

poe-m-try — Feb. 2010

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Sipping sights, tremors high,

building cities,

climbing towers,

waiting certain of ruins behind,

forward gazing,

scented walks,

paths lined,

loving thoughts.
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– Feb. 15, 2010 –

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owling
lovies
clear
sky
resplendant
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up for a timy
tracing
thoughts
dense
with the unperishable you
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as once
immersed
in the woods
as the shelter
was raising

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we got scared by
the invisible
but stuck
near
darkness was
no fear
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– Feb. 19, 2010 –

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When darkness was too dark,
depths too deep,
silence too cold,
I traveled
many places to see
new swirls of springs.
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Sun kissing
your hands, opening up,
a blossom
breathing his first
sigh inside the code of me,
always protected.
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Forever cherished.

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– Feb 22,  2010 –

Jul5

poe-m-try — Jan. 2010

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full blue
moon provoking
seas to rage
inducing fear
scaring our gaze away
powerful on these tides
of the seas as on our emotions
vision only at the end of the pull
clearly within our hearts
my dreams never cease
the puzzle pieces are
in the raging
sea

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– Jan. 2, 2010 –

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Beauty I was never told I hold
Where me is like other see
Wide-o-cam from heaven?

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– Jan. 9, 2010 –

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Emotions

running as weaved

in waterfalls

never still.

I want to run

away far

far away.

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– Jan. 9, 2010 –

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Squinting to see the wit felt inside.

– Jan. 10, 2010 –

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I shall dance the missing moon
in a waiting universe
dark clad

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each jump leaving
a bright spot
resembling a trembling star

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will testify
singing
filling air

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stretching time
erasing tenses
providing reality

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– Jan. 17, 2010 –

Jul5

poe-m-try — Dec. 2009

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Rest in winter

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– acceptance
in the happy silence

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feel your roots

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dancing slowly
underground

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– stretching
toward the needed nectar

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death is but an attire

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-Dec. 2009-

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rain
stimulus of too many tears

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not exactly
the color of the sea in summer

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I’m longing for

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sweet moments of love
casting shadow

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as the bright sun does
away from my heart

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-Dec. 30th 2009-