The Unfinished Song

Today a Storm

You could see a storm today,

Riding on the winds of change,

Turning light-blue skies to gray,

And descending on the range.

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There may come a torment soon

To the hillocks of the grange,

And the shades of sun and moon

It will darkly rearrange.

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Clouds will gather in a swarm,

Swirling in the spheral blue,

Raising chaos and alarm

Like the roiling of a brew.

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But the thing about a storm

That is always good and true…

It is not the wonted norm

And will always pass on through.

r. nuñez, 5/2016

Melancholy

The Unfinished Song

I can’t stop thinking of you,

No matter how I try,

My thoughts are at an impasse,

My head is in the sky.

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I end up in the same place,

No matter what I do;

With all the things before me,

I think of only you.

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I think of only you,

It’s you I have to find;

And when I go to sleep,

I have you on my mind.

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I’m trapped inside a puzzle

With no apparent clue,

And lost in rhyme and rhythm,

I think of only you.

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I think of only you,

It’s you I have to find;

And when I go to sleep,

I have you on my mind.

r. nuñez, 11/2017

Building Blocks

The Hidden Letter

There is a wall that I once built,

Without a particle of guilt.

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Upon this wall I fixed a shelf;

I trued the levels in myself.

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The shelf in time collected books

From diff’rent recesses and nooks.

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In one such book, I turned a page,

Marked by the wear and tear of age…

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And on that page, a paragraph,

Highlighted by some bygone staff.

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One sentence stands out from the rest,

Italicized and boldly pressed;

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And in that sentence is a word

That’s often spoken, seldom heard.

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For in that word, a character

Elides itself through slip and slur.

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Upon that shelf upon that wall

A letter hides from one and all.

r. nuñez, 5/2019