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Song 

by Christopher Porpora
Source:
Becoming, (2005),  page 5

  Well Anne always said
  she would go
  when the world got
  all too much

  And since she left
  the cold
  is the only thing
  left to touch

  If I could
  I would make this song
  go and find her
  where she is

  And it would whisper
  darling
  there's a golden
  place to live

  I know she's out there
  wading
  in a river
  made of stars

  She always told me
  darling
  this world don't understand
  who we are

  One day you'll wake up
  in the morning
  and you'll know it's
  time to go

  It's precious,
  weightless,
  like a drift of
  fallen snow

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Editor's rating: 4 olives
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Note: This poem "Song" is nominated Best Poem of Year 2005 for 2nd Muses Prize - Poetry.
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Musica Antiqua

by Christopher Porpora
Source:
Becoming,  (2005),  page 42

Winter had been unwilling to loosen her grasp;
day upon day the snow falling and fell,
the gardens, skirts, birdsongs, hushed.

A day can become an eternity
when the blinds are drawn
in the afternoon.

  After turning the lock, and chaining the door
  she fed me coloured sugars with scattered spoons;
  green, yellow, red, orange, black, I remember.

  A day can become an eternity 
  when the blinds are drawn
  in the afternoon.

  Waking today to hear the old music play;
  the snow continues to quiet all else.
  Hearts beat wildly beyond this eternity.

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Note: This poem "Musica Antiqua"  is nominated Best Poem of Year 2005 for 2nd Muses Prize - Poetry.
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Editor's rating: 4.7 olives
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  Poet's Comments regarding
"Song" and "Musica Antiqua" :

  "Song" is a memory of words spoken by one who made the conscious choice  to disappear. It was also an effort to make a poem that would be easily  sung, accompanied by guitar.

  "Musica Antiqua" came as medieval instrumentals mingled with wintertime.  Snowfall can be    hypnotic, as certain pieces of music can be, as word  repetition can be.