Ronaldo
02-18-2011, 02:59 PM
Below is an annual poem Sheila Murphy sends to her friends:
Magnificat for the New Year
Scat-sung cadenzas festoon open staves
in feasts transcending four-four time.
A curvature of instinct rescues selves
from the erosive reflex of obedience
We rise to the occasion of each other,
toward a more palpable compassion.
In a world of neighborly non sequiturs,
we celebrate new hinges of awareness.
Legato moments lift into syllabic flight,
resilient pathways to imperatives.
The body's best defense, unbroken skin,
a hush of snow light upon winter roses.
© 2010 by Sheila E. Murphy
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Magnificat for the New Year
Scat-sung cadenzas festoon open staves
in feasts transcending four-four time.
A curvature of instinct rescues selves
from the erosive reflex of obedience
We rise to the occasion of each other,
toward a more palpable compassion.
In a world of neighborly non sequiturs,
we celebrate new hinges of awareness.
Legato moments lift into syllabic flight,
resilient pathways to imperatives.
The body's best defense, unbroken skin,
a hush of snow light upon winter roses.
© 2010 by Sheila E. Murphy
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