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week 489 ~ there was a moment

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there was a moment
for restitution
but it came and went

before time present
lives set in motion
there was a moment

one magnificent
manifestation
but it came and went

mixed messages sent
amidst confusion
there was a moment

I couldn’t prevent
hardly worth mention
but it came and went

and now I resent
the dream’s implosion
there was a moment
but it came and went

Written by mairmusic

March 25, 2018 at 7:43 pm

week 487 ~ an incantation for spring

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an incantation for spring
wait in anticipation
‘til winter banished birds sing

teeter on faith desiring
days of warmth blue skies and sun
an incantation for spring

weeks turn to months lingering
cold distracts all hopes undone
‘til winter banished birds sing

songs that catch our ear ending
snow’s silent insulation
an incantation for spring

holding on ready to fling
windows wide still frustration
‘til winter banished birds sing

we see them in our dreams wing
their way north our fixation
an incantation for spring
‘til winter banished birds sing

Written by mairmusic

February 7, 2018 at 7:34 pm

week 485 ~ winter drags its chilly fingers

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winter drags its chilly fingers
‘cross the map of light returning
isolation darkness lingers

here no feathered warbling singers
disturb landscapes stark with yearning
winter drags its chilly fingers

rays in hand the sun would fling hers
out to free the frozen burning
isolation darkness lingers

poisoned ice thorns fatal stingers
pierce the heart of warmth unswerving
winter drags its chilly fingers

dreaming of change anything spurs
illogical hopes of spurning
isolation darkness lingers

our pleas in vain springtime defers
patience a lesson we’re learning
winter drags its chilly fingers
isolation darkness lingers

Written by mairmusic

January 28, 2018 at 6:43 pm

week 466 ~ when the world sounds like music

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when the world sounds like music
take a deep breath then join in
no matter what song you pick

you’re alone stuck in traffic
driving home from where you’ve been
when the world sounds like music

savor the moment things click
it’s one time you’ll always win
no matter what song you pick

happiness has no yardstick
no set place it should begin
when the world sounds like music

it passes you must be quick
to actuate your break-in
no matter what song you pick

you know you’ll land in the thick
of a landscape wide open
when the world sounds like music
no matter what song you pick

Written by mairmusic

October 13, 2017 at 4:52 pm

week 461 ~ there is no clear path ahead

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there is no clear path ahead
just closed doors open windows
could we but see where truth led

nothing carved in stone instead
hasty cyphers scrawled it shows
there is no clear path ahead

and where could reason have fled
critics strike a somber pose
could we but see where truth led

the future arrives with dread
hanging on lost in the throes
there is no clear path ahead

I trip lose hold of the thread
facts shift dreams superimpose
could we but see where truth led

now lies so easily spread
make order hard to impose
there is no clear path ahead
could we but see where truth led

Written by mairmusic

August 18, 2017 at 3:46 pm

week 457 ~ treetops peek through my window

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treetops peek through my window
stark against the cloud-grey sky
ponder where did summer go

rain-drenched branches bowing low
silent birds still dare not fly
treetops peek through my window

dampness invades its chill so
penetrating here as I
ponder where did summer go

still time presses on below
throw off blankets heave a sigh
treetops peek through my window

time to start the day although
morning sunlight passed us by
ponder where did summer go

sluggishly though it be slow
life persists so we must try
treetops peek through my window
ponder where did summer go

Written by mairmusic

July 17, 2017 at 8:31 pm

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week 442 ~ light on a passing breeze

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“Et la mandoline jase
Parmi les frissons de brise.” – Paul Verlaine, Mandoline (1869)
(And the mandolin chatters on/ In the shivers of breeze)

light on a passing breeze
wafts a most joyous sound
charged with lost memories

intertwined histories
laughter notes run to ground
light on a passing breeze

mandolin melodies
some unknown some renowned
charged with lost memories

across the centuries
sweet tremolos resound
light on a passing breeze

play the tunes as you please
they’re waiting to be found
charged with lost memories

now it’s your turn so seize
them they’re yours this time ‘round
light on a passing breeze
charged with lost memories

Written by mairmusic

March 31, 2017 at 11:57 am