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POETRY
Certain Terms
NaPoWriMo 2025
This is where I will make my stretch into an arabesque:
under certain terms that govern various limbs and actions.
The notes caper gracefully across lines
singing an anthem of freedom
to the man who wrote them.
He’s classic now but was avant for his temps
part of the nouvelle guarde, and currently
challenging the architecture my digits can handle.
The audio lives, no abstraction
like an aria born to actuality
every detail comes together,
assemblage accelerando.
We all know how it can happen:
let that snowball start rolling and it gathers strength
from its aubadian beginnings into a
full blown symphonic monster.
I remember that first light
when I made my decisions
appropriating what I could accumulate
into a stately allemande of moderate length
before it all got out of hand
before I had to stop and stretch for a few measures,
by and bye,
and with a sigh let a leg elevate behind me
to do its own little dance-salute
to a passion abandoned in the last…
