Tag Archives: Poetry

February 1st 2022

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as I contemplate

morning light peaking

through cold mornings

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it’s the sound of the wind

running low on the streets

that gets my attention

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getting distracted

following fast

moving

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dried leaves

rustling through

disappearing

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as dawn catches

up with me

behind my back

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Here It comes

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Enjoy the visual art work as well

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here it comes

the first poem of the year

right as the sun

hides low

behind the houses’ roofs

darkness

falls as a wet blanket

piercing

through my winter coat

a soft sound

cracking

on the frozen grass little

cautious

steps as it advances

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Anna Mosca, Self Portrait, Dec. 2021.

On Tenderness – Dec.2021

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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

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Sonno

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Sunday’s poems are in Italian, Tuesday poems will be in English as usual.

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siamo addormentati

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quando consideriamo

banale e di poco rilievo

il cielo che muta forma

sotto i nostri occhi sopra

di noi che si spiega

una storia d’infinito

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di cui noi siamo

sogno breve

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If I could

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if I could just scan

the soil and the earth

looking for ghosts

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lingering

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looking for

someone they pretend

they lost

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taking time

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while we blindly go

continuing our lives

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