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I was once
part of my dad
and also part of
my mother
later but not so
literally I was part
of someone else’s
further I will be part
of the trees’ roots
contributing to the
flowers’ beauty
part of water
somewhere in
the sky all along
I was part of god
but here you
stiffen and say
I cannot
prove it
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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.
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forever is to renew
what I already have
every day
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I’m at loss
describing beauty
a godly attribute
.
words aligned as pearls
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to become a necklace
and I can’t find
the thread
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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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that power within
and from above
I believe I am
fog that endures
with darkness
I think I have
missed the wind
on my sail
a random cloud
fair and heavy
to stay away
from everything
from you from what
I do not count anymore
and I’ve left behind
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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how little time
we take to look
around us to wonder
the light downing
on people and things
alike smaller yet
the time to look inside
where light shall abide
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absolute is the space
I search within
the fire the unstoppable
waters that rule me
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how do we become
is there a law
past human knowledge
how to be
candid and transparent
opalescent
almost gone while here
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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With sorrow…
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the tree of life
cannot be taken
down by shotguns
the tree of knowledge
has because we do
not understand
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https://annamosca.com/2016/08/30/these-days/
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As I believe in the infinite circle, here after Step 1, is Step 13 🙂
13.
while I learn to move my ears
in the air to grasp whispers
poetry explains itself
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It’s my hope that each steps of Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Poem led you further ahead in your love and understanding of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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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
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I hear only my
steps in the twilight
a winter cricket
makes the bunny
run the sky
blushing one
more time
I’m the one
embarrassed
by my residence
in infinite beauty
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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field
careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful
as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close
around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near
enough for our dull spirit
to remember a note
or two
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This poem is in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy click here
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