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Annotated songs across an entire year; John's (song)Book of Days

for #ds106 with This Year: 365 Songs Annotated (A Book Of Days) by John Darnielle (of Mountain Goats fame)

A long whispered sigh signals itself from the glass carafe on the kitchen counter as the small pot of coffee gurgles its way to a stop; I fill a mug, take a sip and begin to write

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Would the moon make a song if it knew I were the only one listening?

I think of the sound it might sing to me, as my dog puts her nose touching the ground on the first morning walk,

my boots and her paws beating rhythm on ice and snow, waiting on a melody

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An old Kenmore stove, all rusted and unplugged, left here for the rewilding deep inside the grove of trees

the discarded metal remains of someone's kitchen, and to think of the trouble it took to cart it here and dump it here

and the memories it contains

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Prime Poems

Two: the oddest of all and the first in line; the only one, even - the breaker of mathematical patterns

Three: the first of the odd, three-edged, and angled; and in nature, a three-fold symmetry

Five: a Fibonacci, like fingers on the hand or toes on the foot, or the squishy reaching out of the arms of the starfish

Seven: a lucky number, the colors of the rainbow or days of the week, and removing one gives up product of its first two prime cousins

Eleven: numerical palindrome, sitting just beyond ten, and any single digit multiplied by it becomes a mirrored number double

for #ds106 video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLcT_U5OJn8

A poem is like an acrobat on the page

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgaR2KY0bQk

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Each morning, with coffee, I open the web I avoid the news, and find the Create instead I read it and ponder - remix and yonder - and spend the day with the art in my head

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Even deep in night, leaves lose touch with their branches, tumbling in darkness

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In the moment of the Eye, when the storm catches its breath - when the air becomes as still and settled as death – we wander remains of tree limbs and pine cones, the power of the unknown more present than not, then head for shelter as the wind kicks in and tightens its knot

for #ds106 and #writeout