Sundays’ Posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry. Tuesday Posts will be in English as usual.
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ancora non so
come pormi
bambina che
teme l’invasione
altrui ancora
sogno per viaggiare
e anche il contrario
per non morire
.
Jan16
Ancora
Tag Archives: words
Dec24
Words
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I wish I had not
the compulsion
of changing words
around of giving them
new shapes new
sounds I wish I
just could see
you the word
.
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May14
Words
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this desire
that explores the cosmos
by miniatures
by high concentration
embracing
the whole array of words
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.
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Aug5
Stillness From The California Notebooks, 2015
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it’s the ticking
away all the minutes
collected as seeds planted
in rows
all the words kept
in some black holes
where we’ll eventually end
up too
where the horizon is
brighter and dawn thinner
.
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Mar17
Poetry From The California Notebooks 2015
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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 – our dull spirits
remembering only a note
or two
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Jan30
California Notebooks, Dec. 2013
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could poetry be
a way to dig down
and out to listen
.
to silence interpreting
clanging sounds
to separate words
.
suddenly come
alive in the arms
of your mind
.
ready to be
grasped and placed
tiding up logic
.
a string of letters
a hum of sounds
aligned with soul
.
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Feb15
The London Hours, 2012
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I could hardly believe
the frozen mid tone
that blanked me
out
.
I recall stares as nails
pushing me back
hands hesitant
once
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It was steps in the night
words over a phone
run fast come
now
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You state foolishness
pinning down
the wind
still.
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Feb10
The London Hours, 2012
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You were
.
sticking
.
close
.
enough
for me not to
desire
.
distance
.
as we now
.
count too many
.
steps dividing
clocks and dates
calendars
.
have no
more pages
us no more
.
words to tell
as it was
habit.
.
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annamosca 