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The Next Silence

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I gather my thoughts
bending a little
away from the wind

that clears skies
from darkness of clouds
the air is gold

colored tiny speckles
dancing away a tip
a tap one tip more

fingers tapping with
closed eyes
a dance suspended

draw me closer
to your rhythm before
the next silence

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 11

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there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 10

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have you been to that quiet corner
in your house when you shut out
all the superficial chatter where
you are the spirit of poetry

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 8

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some dreams are infinite it takes
but a few words to evoke those
emotions are a whole sea of waves
useless to separate them to make
some sense just a few words
can take you to sea free the page
among waves and winds
keep poetry minimal
so the reader can fly

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 7

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some people sit and read
the program but do not pay
attention to the music or the tempo
they do not single out instruments
they need punctuation in poetry
prose in the shape of a column

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 6

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as the steps behind the stage
before the curtains rise fretful
yet filled with anticipation are
these morning poems coming
to me out of silence – eager

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 5

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on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 4

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at times when I plant
basil such a delicate plant
I’ve to be careful to synchronize
my breath while I gently press
the dirt around as when
words sprout on paper

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 2

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sometimes you are just
walking minding your own
business when something almost
invisible floats in front of you

usually a bit on the side not exactly
in front you need to pay attention
and gently pick the poem
out of the air

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Winter Rhythm

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awe rising with
me in the
early morning

snow covering
the tall mountains
in the desert

three days
of rain almost
continuous

a rare sound
tip tapping
on the skylights

winter holds it’s
own rhythm
lacking patience

to stay longer

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To The New Day

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TO THE NEW DAY

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it happens slowly
that moment when
light rises invading
darkness for all of us

after long nights
of tossing and slumber
escaping nightmares
or simple sound sleep

some with a bird song
others with sirens
screams garbage trucks
or children’s mumbles

we enter the day today
with the fragrance of bread
butter jam or fried eggs
herring and pretzels

we smell the coffee sip
the tea some caffe-latte
some orange juice or fresh
fruit some just toothpaste

taste as we rush or we linger
to savor the day lets realize its
not the same for all of a people
that came from afar time ago

we all crossed some
oceans all left some lands
we carried little – hopes as a
luggage and left the grieving

home we left family some
pets and kids we came here
to sculpt new liberty statues
in our images which are many

we came with hands that had
experiences so vague one to
another yet we can be a chain
yet we can pull something

out of the waters together
hands that grabbed the oar
hands that paddle the seas
hands that medicate wounds

let our words today build
a new day by choosing with
care the ones that welcome
others just as we would

have wanted to greet our
neighbors with a crown
that of a smile – if we don’t
know but our language

let’s walk the mornings
to gather those smiles
they are all different
yet we benefit the same

holding back judgment
ignoring the fear of what
we do not understand lets
try to make a new day for us

embracing diversity as we are
now sharing from the riches
we have within the small
luggage we were allowed

to hold on when we landed
with so many others here
on a vast nation that lacks no
space and grants freedom

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A Contribution To The Missing Inaugural Poem 2017

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The Route Of The Skies

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I remember well

the route of the skies

I may be on clouds

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I may not need

to tread on soiled

divorced paths

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the air is thin above

and the view is fine

I wish my wings back

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This poem written in 2013 was published here on 22 January 2014 https://annamosca.com/2014/01/22/california-notebooks-dec-2013-4/ and is now part of the Collection “Silent”.

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