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Monday, March 19, 2012
untitled (music of a mockingbird)
music of a mockingbird spring
takes my long longing for a nest
rain ostinato transforming
bare trees to young horses
we reminisce ourselves from shelves,
shine out impatience and impatiens
lose under the mud for now and ever
the path back to that old anxious center
I enjoyed your poem. And I stopped by to thank you for your fun contributions to last week's Limerick-Off. A new one's begun. Hope to see you there. :)
If ever a word were a doorway today, ostinato opens it! Delicious...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem. And I stopped by to thank you for your fun contributions to last week's Limerick-Off. A new one's begun. Hope to see you there. :)
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