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With the new comes great,
Expectations of yourself,
Define your moment.
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Poetical Musings
A little bit of Poetry
Taking a Different Route for the New Year
My birthday happens to fall on the final day of the year; it is a great time for me to enjoy the successes I have achieved over the past twelve months. The last year has been a very important one for me, but I cannot simply enjoy what I have done because there is so much left for me to do. I am energized, excited and ready to attack the new year with my writing.
The following is a response poem to Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken to describe my path for 2013:
Does it only happen once
Will I really only get one, single
Chance?
I will not, cannot, believe it.
Each day I will look down both of those paths,
I will contemplate them, stare them down.
Each day I will make the choice.
It may not be the best choice,
It may be the easy choice,
It could be the worst choice,
But I will try again.
I do know how it will end,
It will be my own path,
A path no one else dared to wonder down,
And,
It will make all the difference.
Simplicity 5
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It fractures in the deep cold,
Confidence wavers,
Breathe, another chance awaits.
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Simplicity 4
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Emotions race around me,
Trepidation shows,
Succumb to unbridled lust.
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Simplicity 3
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In the early morning cold,
My thoughts are rapid,
Opportunity awaits.
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A Light in the Night
The lights come with the season;
Basic, More, Extraordinary.
Each year there is a new story;
Time, Effort, Exhaustion.
Their beauty inspires;
Wonder, Intrigue, Awe.
In the end;
Hope, Love, Contentment.
If only for the moment.
Simplicity 2
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The moment of time,
The look exchanged forever,
The love felt always.
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Simplicity
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I can feel it now.
Both vast and wide openness,
Held tight I will smile.
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How It Burns
Common, oft forgotten
forever vilified.
Never invited, always multiplying,
The bane of the surrounding beauty.
As destructive as beautiful,
Intended; not; encompassing.
Immeasurable damage.
Awe inspiring.
Combined they strengthen,
Previous potential never seen,
An everlasting imprint.
Gone
Gone is the vibrance, all of the color.
Forced out permanently; the rust has taken
over.
The buildings all lay vacant.
No more energy, hard work or sweat.
The men have to leave, not given any choice or
option.
Where will they go?
How will the whole continue to survive,
Without the middle?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 