Anna Mosca's Blog

* last month was incredibly barren my inspiration was lost somewhere my poems among the clouds far away there one moment gone the other thoughts and dreams swallowed up in the deep sea sadness sinking me deep down .

* it take some time to still my thoughts to rid my eyes of this perpetual blindness to notice the greenery around my bench to come alive truly by noticing the little masterpieces laid out there for me .

* the pursuit of what you cannot hold anyhow . the pruning of chaos . fruits to be tasted once you are the poem .

* allowing space around and in creating vibes to web matter letting no thing to fill what is me a new me .

* not that you need to impress anyone by your shape tallness or regal bearing but by your willingness to bow down to be like us that is when love shines through and past any dark clouds .

* when the lingering soporific trend hits you with its wave and no resistance is made it’s the perfume of being that which covers you all over in beauty . .

* immobilized I thrive I have certainties I never thought of I feel put and safe as I lost much of me . .

* not aware of the season I am in confused by what used to be normalcy difficult is my new ground hard to plow to distinguish for sure impossible to thread on . .

* strange days on which I accept everything that comes my way a strength I had no idea was part of me a gift I was sitting on this is resilience the most precious of all to make me appreciate life in fullness . .

* the night ticks away and I lay awake images running past my eyelids like a fast train I can hardly hold what scenery slips past me the present is intense and light leaves me wondering as I catch my breath .