Sunday, February 9, 2014

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Bagatelle,
Encrypted
In living cells
Defines each
Unscripted
Judgement Day:
Not destiny,  more
Melody in time
And  chance; not
Hell, but
A bagatelle,
A dance.

6 comments:

  1. I'd go dancing with you Geo. if the poor old body would allow me but unfortunately my dancing days are long gone. Loved your words though.

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  2. I can't wait to see the dance of the daffodils this spring. Hopefully, they won't have to dance in the snow.

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    1. Weather seems to have trouble getting the proper rhythm this year, but we can solidly predict daffodils.

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  3. How I miss daffodils and their bravado, showing up as they do when the grass is still a little crunchy.

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    1. Oh yes, and from their trumpets comes a brief tantara to Spring.

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