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| WILD POEMS TO LASSO I was just lying there Almost asleep When my mind broke open Like a dropped egg Thoughts and poems slid out Floating free Running wildly Kicking at my brain I was afraid as I came fully awake To move For fear I would disturb the filmy mist They floated in I repeated silently over and over these words Wanting to cage them Press them down on a pinnacle of no escape When I at last rushed toward paper They scattered like a wild herd of horses I gathered my pen and began to lasso the closest And worked my way to the end by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MID-SEASON She felt as if the snow that fell Burning her pale face Was a sign from God (if there was one that is) She hoped so She told herself it had to be Yes, a sign of some sort The dirty gray cement and naked trees would be sporting white clean clothes soon The ugliness of this mid season would be hidden. Staring out the bedroom window she watched the transformation But her heart did not lift Because she knew the real truth This kind of beauty was only a façade Underneath the soft full white snow huddled thousands of dead leaves and Car windows to be scraped How fragile she felt How old Her fantasies had become guarded, for disappointment felt as if it lingered Too long now She ached to regain child-like innocence and wonder When open mouthed she had laughed and tasted the snow on her tongue Danced in the flakes beneath the street lights, breath painting clouds above Her face lit up as she remembered who she used to be Years ago Before her own mid season had come By Sheryl McCurdy |
| RITES OF PASSAGE Cool chimes in the frosty wind Clatter on the last days of autumn The shivering earth bares her breast Anticipating the sharp blade of ice To pierce into her very heart Yet she does so willingly For this is how the seasons turn Harvest was good this year Plump apples fell into red-cheeked children’s hands Who danced and sang and climbed The fields produced and were bountiful So much to enjoy that autumn lingered a bit The birds were already gone Now winter wanted his turn and nipped at autumns heels She couldn’t blame him She lifted her ruby lips to meet his icy kiss Then gave up her golden crown by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: Theme form ice castles |
