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Anna Maria Poem
below the deep root,
beyond the ocean and sky,
light falls where love lies
Copyright © anna maria | Year Posted 2025
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Anna Maria Poem
My dear Isabel,
The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark and with your book held so close, I felt a pang of envy.
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Dearest Isabel,
In a few days I leave Bermuda
and meet you in the heart of
the garden, where I am happiest
loving you among the daisies
and the roses in your hair
The air is dull until I kiss those
sweet lips beneath star by star
in the sapphire sky
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Dearest Isabel,
I'm sitting between tables,
staring at the hours split apart
the shadow-wrinkled light,
I don't care for the mysteries
on these walls, or the cold
meal on my plate, or the visitors
that have come and gone
I miss you beyond anything
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Dear Isabel,
This warm orange breeze caught my attention and changed my thought, to remember the most wonderful day where I was sitting in the shade of the creek tree and your heart trailed along on water, sparkled like a star had fallen—I was in love
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Dearest Isabel,
Everything pulsing outside this window reminds me of you. When I hear the wind whispering along shutters and verandas, the cloths on cafe tables, I think of autumn through your hair, envision your glistening pearl skin below the moon.
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My dear Isabel,
I find your shadow along
the mist and dust,
anywhere I pause
I think of you between doorways,
windows, damp with rain
and when I lean beside this bridge,
I feel my heart plunging,
my soul is a wave
you catch with your arms
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I am mad with love
for a girl named Isabel...
my first, my last... breath
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Flor do meu coração,
I will leave nothing unsaid,
for even half a portion of your love,
I will do battle—
I will be triumphant
as long as I feel you in my veins
and know that the glory of your
heartbeat will lead me home to you
Yours, always
Jose
Copyright © anna maria | Year Posted 2025
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Anna Maria Poem
Mind
mind took a deep breath
and pierced with light and softness,
it found peace and divine communication
between the earth and sky
then mind bloomed spring into summer,
weaved autumn into winter
mind found reason and meaning,
and it flowed like paradise water
and it cried silently and smiled
without words, just feeling
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Mind lived in colours
slipping into rivers and
the spaces between our pulse,
it curved over ice-splashed pavements,
the sides of iron gates and rested
under the maple, the oak and pine
to understand the song of contentment
Mind was always meant to be as splendid
as a clear sky, as pure as a newborn—
it was always meant to stitch the world
between us through an ordinary ray of sunlight
maybe even a drop of rain
if mind had its way,
its journey would never end,
it would smooth the wrinkle, soften the storm
it would absent the pain and the scar...
would live an eternity in love
and God would smile down on mind
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Anna Maria Poem
A few feet away,
daisies and sunflowers bloom—
Maria's smile drifts
I see her walking
through woodwinds and blades of grass—
down to the seashore
Time stands ever still
in the sunshine of her life—
I miss Maria
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Anna Maria Poem
the wind spins my waters
it whirls and splits my waves
until I am the shell of a story
between the shore and the tide
hold me to your ear,
and I will quiver to your touch,
sing the sorrow of the sea,
sandcastles and the sky
say that sometimes
you still see the beautiful
innocence of everything
in the distance
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Anna Maria Poem
The slow rising sun just behind the row of pines.
The quiet bending branch reaching over an ice-frosted bridge.
An early morning walk down by the snow covered creek with
your lover's arm protectively hooked around your waist
and it begins to snow once again.
Simple things worth your attention;
like soul-stirring books
pastels in early Spring
rust and moss-green train tracks
her blushing skin after you kiss her
the feeling of butterfly wings in your belly
& the scent of wildflowers in her hair
"Tell me more. What still remains?"
You whispering. "There is nothing more beautiful
than the way your cheeks blush when you catch me staring at you."
Falling in love with honest conversations.
Forgiving broken promises and the sunsets
you never shared but meant to.
Following the beautiful things, like
her footsteps in the sand that leads you
to the softest touch of incoming frothy waves.
Old moonlit attics filled with poetry books
and long ago laughter in the grains of sand
spilling from broken hourglasses
Road trips without direction
Abandoned old farmhouse,
still holding on to the seasons
The song of the perched bird
on a rusted clothes line,
a crawling vine in the barley field
"And still..."
Pebbles and seashells beneath the frost.
The slow chill turning the windmill.
The perfume lingering on the evergreen branch.
The winter and love songs in us.
The wild, the vines, the waves, the fire,
the dawn and the passion in us.
The flesh yearning to be touched.
The irresistible impulse to surrender.
The tangled reflection of two souls.
unblemished hearts in the universe
The prisms of light by the roadside,
a lantern's glow on the porch
A small weathered compass,
the pursuit of happiness,
and other small difficulties in our paths
"Tell me again tomorrow, what more remains".
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Anna Maria Poem
first, I was in love
with light—
seducing all it could touch,
it was simpler then anything else
I was in love
with pages—
by an open window in autumn,
any season
then, I was in love
with you—
flesh that touched me,
soul that drifted in me deeper
Anna Maria
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Anna Maria Poem
The little things I love
winter shadows
over weathered stones,
snowberries falling like stars,
the dragonfly, the honeycomb and
the wild campfire swirl in the air
strands of time,
warm on our naked skin,
and between sips of tea,
words that matter
quiet waves after sunset,
the touch of you at sunrise,
your fingers between my fingers,
the dreams in your eyes
that become dreams in mine
and poetry —
poetry you read by my side
Anna Maria
March 30, 2025
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Anna Maria Poem
I've loved half-faded flowers
on the better side of the road
and left my smile surrendered
in the heart of an untouched daisy
I've stared at the honey-moon
felt liquid stars drip their dreams
into the pupil of my eyes
and melted like lemon drops of sunlight
I've known love to burn inside the glow of
my wild fire and slowly drown deeper
into the marrow of my bones,
I've known time that moved
in slow motion for you and I
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Anna Maria Poem
At the end of the day,
we meet one another and
speak on all things we fell
in love with in the hours of the sun
the book we read with a whisper,
peppermint scent in the garden,
children's laughter in the park,
the ladybug crawling on the bark
the tail-brush of the cat
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At the end of the day
We are one heart
that sinks into another,
one freckle of nature combined,
collarbone to collarbone
and even the rustling leaves dip
to keep us warm in their sway,
in the hours of the moon
because love knows love
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