Monthly Archives: June 2014

Souls-tise pantoum


Happy Summer Soul’stise

A pantoum in rhythm  till it doesn’t.

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POPPIES AT MERTHA'S CABIN

A longing day into a short quiet night

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

Colours can’t be hidden in the minds eye

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

 

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

Streak like falling stars in the midnight sky

 

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

Streaks like falling stars in the midnight sky

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

 

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

The long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

This day of Summer Solstice will not hide in the grey skies

 

The Long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

Colours can’t be hidden in the mind’s eye

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

A longing day into a short quiet night

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I give myself to the music, I am the music


 

Ludovico Einaudi, Pianist.

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I give myself to the music
The tenderness fills me
rolls in caress over my body
I yearn for the home of it
with windows wide open
and the standing pine caught
to the breeze filling my inhale
Wide is the blue with the fluff
of scattered clouds that look like
starships calling me home

I didn’t want to let it give me tears
With the sprinkle of the spring rain
that can not be held back to nurture
the land finding my flower nearly ready
How many times I have bloomed in
these decades of living from tears laid
to my fertile land or when life opens
and pours down on me with such giving.
Of wishes and wants, desires, and magic
filled and not ever unfull-filling
no matter the harmony the keys tap
to this life giving rhythm

I give myself to the music to be the music
I am the dancing fingers to the ivory,
the taunt sing of the strings
the drummers heart beat
the pelt of rain on the roof
the blow of the horn in the fog
the string of bells caught to wind
the crack and split of the clouds pouring
I am the choir, the orchestra, the soloist
I give myself to the music
I am the music

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