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The 2/4 Signature Birthday
by Alison McKenzieI ride the notes and waves,
Ageless as I face the numbers,
A centurion half-ling,
Unclaimed, ring-less fingers
Etching a vagabond trail.
Enchantment’s language
Of lilted refrain –
I can endure as long as I
Inhale the heal,
Exhale the harmonies,
Drift on a dancing moon.
This is where life finds me,
Numberless in the face of these
Many seasons,
The scent of youth
Still clinging to every fiber.
This Life’s question
Floating forever
In my aura –
Where do I belong?
And the ever-answer
Wafts on the vesper of
Aria’s flutter -
Me, being.
09/17/2012 Author's Note: 7 small days away, and I'm half a century old. I suspect it will pass, like every day does. Heh.
Posted on 09/18/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 09/18/12 at 03:58 AM This is whimsical, thoughtful, lovely. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/18/12 at 10:27 AM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/18/12 at 12:49 PM And I at 3/4 chuckle and plan to go camping next week over in GA. Youth never runs so far that it doesn't find you in its memories and rekinds some of the freedom to look for yourself. Nice write lady and happy happy! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/22/12 at 05:21 AM 50's a breeze Alison. Great introspective poem to ring in the event. As George Harrison once said, "All things must pass." |
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