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how many times
have I tried to
describe the
feeling of
tenderness
arising in me
in a poem
.
as I walked the
garden at night
at dusk or through
cloudy days when
your little heads
are reclined all
closed down as
.
children asleep
.
the daisies would
not hear me
nearing them
a motherless
woman being
the greatest
mother of all
.
*
I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
.
when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
.
.
*
I walk around my
small land where trees
abound and I have
a restlessness this year
I never had as if
my garden and I have lost
communication
.
but I attend the land a lot
.
I sit waiting as at
the bed of a sick child to
whom nobody hands
water exhausted
I tighten my hands one
with the other in
silent pain I look down
.
to the aging skin
to the black rim under
my nails its dirt
sticking to me my garden’s
way to hold onto me
.
.
*
where did my soul go
she’s hurt and offended
she’s hiding from me
from others I will go now
looking for her I will
walk long step after step
until the blood pumps
until the heart awakens
until my legs hurt no more
until I could hear my soul’s
voice calling me out to be
taken softly in my arms
.
*
I know I know
I know others
are deaf and blind
.
they hear not nor
see anything
I mean to explain
they care not
.
I know you know
you know others
who don’t
.
*
the days I’ve got
to teach
.
I wake up
before the birds do
.
I leave
in the dark
with dark I return
.
stars shining
their smiles
which I return
.
*
a river pouring
you are not rushing
.
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
.
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
.
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
.
to be tell me what is
new today with you
.
.
*
standing strong
in my solitude
sweet moments
of deep joy out
of my own well
.
*
I do not ever
want to leave
this silence
.
this peace that
scared me yesterday
prelude of heaven
.
as I remember it
.
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your unpronounceable name
backward is wonder
upward is silence
where I abide
to my best
for you
.
.
*
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
.
*
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
.
.
*
when poetry comes
as a soft gliding
over my feelings
searching to appease
me a gentle caress
.
.
*
we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs
jump for joy
the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out
slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars
he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender
.
© 2013
.
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a world ruled
by people living
according
to fear and wants
lots of out of tunes
chords
sit now let’s search
open minded for that
humming
.
.
annamosca 