HideawayA Poem by Aaron M. AndersonA Villanelle about a peaceful life with a few regrets.Hideaway
When I grow tired of the life I spend, you take me in, and I choose to forget what trudges on outside against the wind.
This morning we woke up at dawn to tend to red clams surfing in your kitchenette. Each day they try to taste the life we spend.
Tonight we’ll glimpse the moon--the sun’s his friend. Just watch as they eclipse in their duet while we walk on beneath them in the wind.
Back home when I sit, willing Time to bend the hours--bridge the minutes, I regret to say I’m weary of that life I spend.
At noon you practice music in your den, unpicking knotted heartstrings. I forget what trudges on outside against the wind.
If truth I banish, there’s no way to send it back. I feel no shame in hiding, yet when I wear out, the time I failed to spend will still trudge on, neglected, in the wind. © 2011 Aaron M. AndersonAuthor's Note
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