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I Was Once

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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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Finding Rest

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to soar up
above all

where stars
wait on the night

to pasture blue
clouds unkempt

where prayers
roam before

finding rest

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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.

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Behind The Full Moon

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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon

I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky

some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon

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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA

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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.

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Dietro la luna

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Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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posso solo immaginare
le stelle ammucchiate
dietro la luna piena

le posso vedere
sparpagliate la geografia
del cielo nel deserto

i miei occhi si spostano
nel buio come sopra un paesaggio
un orizzonte immaginato

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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA

 

 

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia fa parte della raccolta California Notebooks 02 .

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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Shining Bright

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it’s an afterward
moving

this of giving poetry
a way

to talk about the beauty
lingering

unseen
sensitivity shining

bright
in our darker days

when we
think there’s little

to be seen

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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.

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Random Cloud

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Ithink I’ve lost

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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Pick Me Up

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peaceful the dust
lingers on my shelves

I touch books thrown
back in time where

is all that mind
knowledge gone

the people that
walked with me

transmuted no
stone left unturned

no thing left the same
I let dust be as

my eyes scan spines
bleached by the

sunlight come
god pick me up

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Once More

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I did read six pages
this morning
to make me revolve
once more
in the right direction
it has been
long since I could
poetry came
to give me a hand
to see who
am I once more

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Feeling sad… The six pages mentioned in this poem I published Tuesday are those of a Mary Oliver book, and today, two days later, she passed away…

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Making Room

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left with questions
raising as people complain
not understanding
hiking the silent way alone
making answers room

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Yesterday it was my birthday, I choose this poetic meditation for today because growing is a beautiful, truly beautiful, journey – even when we don’t understand life.

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