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I am sweetly stuck
with poetry
that runs around me
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Feb14
Stuck
Tag Archives: solitude
Apr21
In The Middle
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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
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Feb9
To Keep Me Standing
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out of the dark gray morning
the turtle dove calls
same song she plays
on all seasons to call me
out of sleep into the awakened
daily life the tiresome day life
that holds a song or two
such as hers
to keep me standing
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May20
Solitude Serves Me Well
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before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
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This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.
Aug22
Joyful Exile from The London Hours
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routine is good
a shelter to my heart
a time of secret
tenderness
went to swim in the morning
new beauty welcomed me
piercing the sound
underwater
large the company
joyful exile
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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.
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May9
California Notebooks, 2014
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before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
.
.
.
.
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Feb14
Night Time Falls, February 2013
When night time
falls once more
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as my limbs linger
on my own steps
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on a black and white
garden of snow
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melting ashes on tips
on my fingers and one tree
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stands alone blue in the midst
of silences sounds arise
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one by one in the eternal
moment I realize I’m – but
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one question arise maybe two:
how many more times
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deaths and resurrections
how many more solitudes
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till we can meet again
my love?
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Jul24
The London Hours, 2012
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opposite to notting hill
cross over up and down
fast steps avoid the rain
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really i could do without
same reactions
mob group – i want more
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i want different
i want the far out
i want to see new
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silence and solitude
large eyes on everything
and hands on me
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company for a penny
lined up as sheep
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long and dark
as winter nights
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stormy as a fight
taking up all your room
leaving you stunned
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flat
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annamosca 