*
take me tight in
embrace me wholly
let me be still as
serenity enters me
.
a coat of light
a small breeze leads
me to shiver
upon a gentle smile
.
.
Jan24
Shiver
Tag Archives: relationships
Nov8
Keep On Walking
*
our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, I published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!
Sep28
A River Pouring from California Notebooks
*
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
.
.
Aug4
Dreaming
*
was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and
words few – tight together
was getting out to say
.
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
.
I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
.
.
Mar9
Asking You
*
don’t many of us
in this life get the chance
to be human
.
even if for a brief
moment of vulnerability
.
tenderness entwined in
with love and forgiveness
embracing mistakes
.
ours or others
understanding
there are no podiums
.
but one race
just one step
following
the other
.
one person
looking after another
keeping our necks oiled
to turn around
any given time
.
.
.
Nov24
Tomorrow I Won’t Forget
*
I move a strand of hair
away
from my face hanging there
for too long
as I didn’t want to remove
you when
I found too many bottles
empty
outside in the trash cans your words
lies
crawling up obscuring my
mind
as my heart knew nothing
but love
then
.
Tomorrow is International Day For The Elimination Of Violence Against Women and I won’t forget my yesterday.
Mar10
Running Uphill – The London Hours
*
I will close this page
and put it away
I will have a look
at such light
lingering
I will stand eventually
get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls
I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases
one more time
running uphill
.
.
From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.
.
Nov13
The Birds Trills
*
just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
.
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
.
Oct22
Mind Not
*
mind not to make
assumptions about
the man you love
not to project on him
the beauty you hold
or wish to be there
.
.
.
Feb19
Winter Delving
*
today too I went
to dig the winter
iced ground I had some
tears I could not let out
they were there like the
worm holes I saw
in the lumps I upturned
there are some things
I do not understand
about mankind
the worms were gone
hiding safe the dirt
just laid there perforated
all its holes not visible
before now looking up
to the sky under my eyes
.
.
.
.
Nov6
The Forgotten Taste
*
the forgotten taste
of bitterness hitting
my tongue again
something
I wasn’t eager
to experience once
again you lash out
anger empowering
you robbing us
of our beauty
.
.
.
May29
The Birds Trills
*
just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
.
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
,
Feb27
Choose To Love
*
cultivate love
not for one person
alone distinguish
like from love
choose to love
you will grow the
perfect climate
to rise in beauty
in good company
.
.
–
Nov28
Love Is Reverence
*
I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
.
.
.
.
.
Nov21
Temporary Existence
*
I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
.
.
.
,
annamosca 