SING
Start by singing an elegy
to what's slipping away.
Single out the tune you like,
place the downbeat on reset.
The new minute will become a year,
stretching blindly as usual.
I look over my shoulder,
the past is diving for my ankles,
wanting me to return.
Back, come back.
I'll run, not walk,
to the luminosity
that shines
on the quixotic path ahead.
Remember the world of yesterday,
a facade that needs a nip and tuck
just to seem presentable.
Don't wrap yourself
in a threadbare mantle
of the past.
Don't lie down with scamps just yet.
Veer off the path
that looks so right,
but is so last year.
Year of the Rabbit
May you have the year you've been waiting for!
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STANDARD TIME
They direct us, every year,
to turn it back,
the clock,
back,
backwards,
to close down the year mechanically.
I want to grasp
on to one more hour,
make it stay,
stand there, don't move,
something I've tried to do
when I'm overly-
enthusiastic,
or a little crazy.
Find a lifeline to what's gone,
but have to settle instead
to winding the stem in reverse
so that the sun is confused
about when to shine,
but time bounces on
with uncertainty
to engulf us with darkness.
If I dream of what an hour
looks like,
I see a gazelle
leaping through the air.
I will tether it to my bed,
not let it go till springtime,
when I peer into the heart
of its intent,
and watch the flight
of an hour leaping ahead.
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Faithfully, I await the Magpie Prompts, am never disappointed to follow Willow's muse..once again..Thanks!! And one and all...please read the other entries...
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