Life With Horace

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a line borrowed

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for years every morning I drank
long drafts of the world
without knowing
that words lay in wait
to flash like sunbeams
unable to dance quietly
until the moment of ambush

for years I would tuck away
the sight of throat caught beauty
in dull green strong boxes
to sit on bare wood shelves
until I could not wait
another moment of another minute
to feel and see again

for years words found me
some refused to leave
sticky stubborn things
and now, well now I recognize
them as old friends that held the dam
until one day they stepped aside
to release the flood
as I surrendered

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Day 25 part 2. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to borrow the first line of a favorite poem, and use it as a jumping off point for a new poem. I chose the first line of Mary OLiver’s Mornings at Blackwater.

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