Category Music

The River Flows

The River Flows ~~~~~ Watching the river flow, Standing on the bridge In the shank of night. A half-forgotten moon Casting the only light. Yet, as the moon merges With distant mountains, The stars above blaze, Full of moments, stories. Not only our myths, Legends we would guard, But myths and legends Of distant civilizations. […]

Rules of Gravity

Rules of Gravity ~~~~~ She is as bright as all the stars. She treasures their light within Her bosom, their fires residing In her heart, soul to share their Radiance. Her sunlit brilliance So blinding that it illuminates My weak vision and my spirit In awe, gives my heart wings. I searched for her, unaware […]

It’s Bizarre

It’s Bizarre ~~~~~ Picking a guitar string, What to eat for dinner, There is a funny thing May be fatter, thinner. Like fingering or capo You grow shorter, then You change shape, oh. Not where you begin. Like this instrument, You stay who you are. New you is your intent. Inside not; it’s bizarre. ~~~~~ […]

Circle of Joy

Circle of Joy ~~~~~ Beat the log, the tree, Your head, looking For sound and rhythm. Imitate the birds, The beasts you love and fear. Find another sound To join voice and drum. Hold tight the vine. Pluck, drag the bone Across the surface. Find the one That seems to know How to shape the […]

Reach Inside

Reach Inside ~~~~~ The fiddle strings Reach inside me, Find a place they Have always known. As I see The tapping feet The nodding heads I think I’m with Others of which This could be said. It sings in my heart. It hums through My bones and skull, Sending forth other Times and faces. I […]

Never See

Never See ~~~~~ I marvel at the sounds and stories Words spin when they flow through me. How music helps me find these glories, Which, on my own, I might never see. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let me know what […]

Simple Complexity ~ Complex Simplicity

Simple Complexity ~ Complex Simplicity ~~~~~ Why then must poetry’s meaning be couched, Like the imagined sea-sound heard in a shell? May fleeting beauty, convoluted truth be vouched, Said simply and offered crystal-clear from a well? Will it help if I use night to presage age or death, Flying birds or sunsets standing in for […]