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week 465 ~ parents at the playground

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parents at the playground
carry their books unread
for spare time won’t be found
parents at the playground
sit keep track walk around
always one step ahead
parents at the playground
carry their books unread

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Written by mairmusic

September 19, 2017 at 12:15 pm

week 464 ~ as if the Mona Lisa came alive

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as if the Mona Lisa came alive
and politely asked for a martini
straight up explaining breathlessly no jive
it’s hard outrunning the paparazzi
extra olives and light on the vermouth
she settles in and tells tall tales about
da Vinci and the joys of misspent youth
you better pay attention or she’ll pout
but as you start to ask a question she
looks up perturbed and says it’s time to go
she still has an important date to keep
and you’re left wondering what that could be
poised on the edge of a dream who can know
what goes on beyond the borders of sleep

Written by mairmusic

September 18, 2017 at 5:51 pm

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week 463 ~ in what universe did we think

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in what universe did we think
we’d have time just to contemplate
the future rolling past we blink
in what universe did we think
we’d have a chance to stop and drink
in our success relax sleep late
in what universe did we think
we’d have time just to contemplate

Written by mairmusic

September 18, 2017 at 5:24 pm

Posted in August, rondeau

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week 462 ~ longing for cold

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longing for cold
winter appeals
too hot to hold
longing for cold
seasons unfold
not making deals
longing for cold
winter appeals

Written by mairmusic

August 18, 2017 at 8:30 pm

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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 460 ~ into the impending gloom

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into the impending gloom
as birds fly but do not sing
and all good saints flee the room
into the impending gloom
ghosts exit their twilight tomb
I have nothing left to bring
into the impending gloom
as birds fly but do not sing

Written by mairmusic

August 13, 2017 at 1:51 pm

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week 459 ~ solemnity of sacred space

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solemnity of sacred space
cool against the swirl of commerce
forcing thoughts to pause we immerse
ourselves honor this ancient place
of prayer and hope the fame we chase
fades we breathe and can simply be
for a moment here lost but free
to reflect allow gratitude
to fill us and in solitude
acknowledge the joy of beauty

Written by mairmusic

July 29, 2017 at 2:43 am