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week 413 ~ floating toward the exit door take me

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me-413floating toward the exit door take me
far from this opera forever more
make me pack my bags buy my ticket soar
far as far as I can finally see
an empty calendar with days weeks free
to laugh write sleep hum I want to grab for
the brass ring to unfurl my dreams before
asking if they’ll find room to grow to be
ready for whatever uncharted course
might reveal itself before it’s too late
before the entrenched path closes off all
other options to explore maybe force
a new ending for my story if fate
abhors a vacuum catch me as I fall

Written by mairmusic

September 23, 2016 at 4:48 pm

week 331 ~ madrugada breaks slowly as midnight

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me.331madrugada breaks slowly as midnight
crosses to dawn the invisible line
that’s passed before you notice shapes entwine
with colors as the world embracing light
surrenders to beauty morning returns
daily its changes hard to register
in sunrise colder today or later
details of no matter for hope relearns
what it needs to survive I’m learning too
redrawing my boundaries to rethink
time perched precariously on the brink
of sweeping across night’s horizon through
to what doesn’t exist yet where I’ll know
the seeds of change were planted long ago

[madrugada is the time after midnight and before dawn in Brazil and Argentina]

Written by mairmusic

February 16, 2015 at 5:48 pm

week 283 ~ spring rain easy to recognize

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me.283spring rain easy to recognize
lighter hopeful humidity
melting the frozen earth slowly
as seasons change before our eyes
we  are ready to realize
life returning green through barren
hard ground for we remember when
flowers bloomed and before we met
snowdrops crocus daffodils set
the stage for now to rewrite then

Written by mairmusic

March 18, 2014 at 3:47 pm

week 74 ~ I’ve got a blank book

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I’ve got a blank book
and a new story
I’m not scared to look

now that love’s sly crook
has cleared it for me
I’ve got a blank book
unless I mistook
the allegory
I’m not scared to look
at lost words that shook
my faith profoundly
I’ve got a blank book

it’s time that I took
an inventory
I’m not scared to look
or even unhook
my identity
I’ve got a blank book
I’m not scared to look

Written by mairmusic

March 18, 2010 at 9:46 am

Posted in March, villanelle

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