Quiet Poet

Hi, I'm Anna Weisser. These are my thoughts, adventures and dreams spilled out on paper.

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Ephemeral

A hole size shape of me.

Conscious in the day it may seem. But rather, a subconscious ventriloquism.

“Foot forward”, my mind commanding the strings of this body.

In the hollow, gaiety and color are deferred.

The funneling night confirms this body’s ephemeral state. A dawn to dusk existence. But in this case, the sun is unable to scale the horizon.

A touch.

A striking blue.

Color but a fleeting memory. Fleeting? Or impossible to grasp?

Impossibility is a facade that cloaks hope.

The gentle blue awakens a soon-forgotten soul.

The touch now intertwining fingers, locking to my hand. Guiding this body through its’ cage; a variable seemingly unaffecting this new hope.

Ephemeral state this body may be but, out of the hollow my existence will stand. 

- Anna Weisser

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Deep Blue

The wind, the rain, the waves tossing tantrums of tears.

Sitting still savoring the chorus in the chaos.

Worries thrown into the deep reeling back the hidden wonder of the unknown.

Impatient mind, wild heart.

The lady wrapped in blue.

- Anna Weisser

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The dark will never seize her heart  because her eyes hold the stars when the sun goes down.

- Anna Weisser

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we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via jumpcannon)

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“No, thank you.”

Do you remember when I whispered, “I love you”? 

He folded his hands and glanced down at the words.

Like sand, he sifted them through his fingers.

He slid “you” into his pocket, handed back “I”, and let the wind gently carry “love” away.

“No, thank you.”

- Anna Weisser

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A Definition of Love

Far deeper than the grasp of words, places, or time. Far deeper than the grasp of reason.

It stretches beyond the reach of the sun and the weight of the sea.

The greatest sacrifice and the greatest reward.

It holds no shape or form, yet it shapes and forms.

An accurate definition would require a display of every minute of every day from the beginning of time.

It’s a collection of actions, words, emotions, and all things that crawl and quiver and bounce and sing -all things created.

Even then, the beauty of all these earthly observations fall short of the definition that surpasses all others.

This preeminent definition is tucked behind an olden cover in which you’ll find the timeless story of a divine groom and a roving bride.

- Anna Weisser

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World Within

He- the sun

and

I- the moon.

We cycle together,

completely-

not halved

by the absence 

of the other,

but fully revered- separately.

We, together

eclipsed-

and a tiny galaxy

bloomed,

and she- nestled,

deeply, quietly.

Soon, she will flood

our world

with more brilliant stars

than we can count.

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At this very moment, as I am writing, Constitution the cat is going by with her tummy dragging close to the floor. This cat has absolutely nothing constructive to do in life and still she is heading toward something, probably an armchair.

Muriel Barbery

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Good Coffee

Sipping my coffee, I watched a man order his drink. Eavesdropping on his conversation, I quickly pulled out my notebook to jot down his words. A profound short story with an insightful conclusion can be heard in the most unlikely of places. "I had this friend in college, after every beer, he would look at the can for a bit then toss it in the trash. He always did that. After awhile I asked him, "What are you looking for?" He replied, "The answers.." He had a miserable life." - Anna Weisser

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Coloring Book

She's a coloring book; only outlines of who she was meant to be. He took her pages and held them towards the sun. The light laced her feather-veined skin. Her eyes began to hold the sky. For the first time, she heard their song. The whispered choir subdued her rustling mind. Her lines became a work of art. - Anna Weisser

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There Is Another World 

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The Wreck

The wreckage starts to surface. After shoulders crack  and ribs collapse.

A grave of rocks and waves. A slow drain of breath and blood. The rush of bursting vessels.

My sides collide and rub away layers. Until I’m left with broken bones and humbled prayers. 

- Anna Weisser

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Burdens to bear, your reasons to go. Oceans of ache and mountains of woe. How deep the hurt and heavy the heart. When maps steal love and keep us apart. - Anna Weisser

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He wraps himself in stars and calls her name by night.

The moon his beating heart,  the sky his fleeting might.

- Anna Weisser

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the feather and the cave

Please forgive me if I fall. 'Tis not the weight of you, but the weakness in me.

You, dear, are as a feather. Soaring towards the sun, the wind bearing your frame.

Myself, I am but a cave. Callously cold and dim, hollowed out by conceit.

 - Anna Weisser

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He whispered for time,                                                  “Patience, love.”

Sun set, moon arose                                                    Winter snow.

Under branches sat,                                                   ”Loneliness.”

Roving heart, he went                                                    Silent still.

- Anna Weisser

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