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Monday, March 2, 2015
Furlough and Omaly's Poetry
To get the cobwebs out of my mind, I like to start my day with a coffee and a poem. There's something about writing and reading that calms me down and if I don't get to do either one before I start my day, I feel out of sorts. So here goes...
I am finally free sort of... on furlough from this purgation torment nation just leaving the station a sort of... brief, brief reprieve
So I am free at last? For today and from my past? Who knows how? Who knows when? Will I exit stage right Take an exodus-like flight into the unknown
Reprieve? 'til the doubt settles in voices chime and chime and chime melodies? Sometimes a clamouring clanging symbol deafens, darkens my soul
Today I am on furlough waiting to be released from this cruel confinement out in perpetuity maybe for eternity? I don't know
Furlough for some time drink it all in time to unwind let the shackles fall get into the zone let it all flow into something new out of this blasted box into the surreal...
Walking away out of this prison cell from the yard throwing away the chains scrubbing the charred remains from my skin my mind my heart walking through the gate seems a bit frightening even so I am free for now ON FURLOUGH!
A friend of mine sent me this poem via email today. She was inspired by the Marias poem of yesterday. She wrote this poem in her classroom. I will post the final version soon, but this is what she had produced with her class!