October 6

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Anniversary

 

Don’t think this day

Will harrow you ever that way

You dread

Estranged from the smile of humanity

I will fight for you

 

Don’t think this day

Will on the calendar ever stay

Your relic, an

Encircled date, red with stroke of travesty

I will bleed for you

 

Don’t think this day

Will always be one of pain

Your fortune

Engraved in stone, or living to bury

I will lay down my life for you

 

Don’t think I pray

Without faith or in vain

I see you

Embraced in love, I see you Merry

You will overcome as

 

He has

Again & again

Amen

 

© 2012 Anna Mosby Coleman

Diving

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I wrote this with Josh Coleman. We are playing a creative game.  He gives me a word to make something out of, and I give him a word.  I gave him the word “balancing” and he is making a song with it.  He gave me the word: diving.  Here is my diving poem.

Maybe I will make a diving painting (out of video)  – next summer.



© 2012 Anna Mosby Coleman

For Leyla

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Leyla

 

Leyla your Arabic name means Night

But by Persian blessing you are

The Dawn’s First Light

Opposites contained within and without

From moon to sunrise, but

 

I am thinking now of the moon

And 3 Septembers back when we saw

A Harvest Moon so bright

In Vermont’s West Mowing and leafless tree with

Lacy fingers at twilight obstructing

 

Its perfect orange glow

So we could not speak but with whispers

For the beauty of it

 

Tonight the Harvest Moon returns

Watch for it and think of me

And the wood-burning stove

And the luna moth that came to our window

To warn us

 

Watch for it this night

When it is

Best seen low

Best seen in the still darkness

With the breath of wonder

 

by Anna Mosby Coleman

9/29/2012