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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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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
time worn holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
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This is the opening poem to my poetry book California Notebooks! I will send you updates as the date of release on the international market approaches. 🙂
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when clouds came
with rare rain
painting gray hues
I wanted to follow the
top line of
the mountain range
I had a downfall
lacking some health
for a day of two
during my efforts to rise
rumble came
down the hilltops perhaps
shaking the ground
as the clouds
lowered to the earth
bowing almost a fog
as I lay there one more
dawn on my back
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opposite to notting hill
cross over up and down
fast steps avoid the rain
.
really i could do without
same reactions
mob group – i want more
.
i want different
i want the far out
i want to see new
.
silence and solitude
large eyes on everything
and hands on me
.
company for a penny
lined up as sheep
.
long and dark
as winter nights
.
stormy as a fight
taking up all your room
leaving you stunned
.
flat
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annamosca 