This
will be
what this
will be -
what this
is – this
will be -
when poets
surface,
it will be
this
Written while listening to “What Will It Be?”, as composed by Irwin DeVries for #ds106 collaborative poem remix project
https://irwindevries.bandcamp.com/track/what-will-it-be
Dream skies
crowd our
heads with
poems
migrating stories
waiting for their
moment;
The dark starts
with a bird,
a creature
circling currents
of continental winds
Composed while listening to “It Starts With a Bird”, as composed by Irwin DeVries for #ds106 collaborative poem remix project
https://irwindevries.bandcamp.com/track/it-starts-with-a-bird
Mirrored Refraction
The way our words bend
the light, the way we write
deep night, where something
of our song still sings
inside of us — these roots
burrow down
Composed while listening to “To See Ourselves”, as composed by Irwin DeVries for #ds106 collaborative poem remix project
https://irwindevries.bandcamp.com/track/to-see-ourselves
Wings Rhythm Song
And so we wander
into a brighter light,
following a guitar line
and musical thought
from verse to voice
to chorus to bridge
to somewhere, beyond
Composed while listening to Into a Brighter Light, composed by Irwin DeVries for #ds106 collaborative poem remix project
https://irwindevries.bandcamp.com/track/into-a-brighter-light
Leaves
left dormant
for the long cold season
the soil beneath
softens to touch, warm
for a reason:
While snow and sleet
and cold have come,
this blanket
has done its sleeping,
and change has begun
for #ds106
There's no way
I can POET, friend,
in a room full of kids
knee-deep in the books,
I need to stay 'til the end
'til every one of them looks
ready to write a story or poem
then I might find a diversion
on the long journey home,
and join you on POET's Day,
so you won't be alone
— for #ds106
Haiku Reverse
Walking backwards always fails
to erase the poem
I nearly forgot to write
for #ds106
The way Autumn ends,
with cold and wind and rain;
days grow short, again
for #ds106
Heritage,
tangled up
with things
nearly heard;
the faint rustle
of lineage and blood
lines, carved journeys
of experience
this recorded quiet
always brings with it
some of the noise,
static voices of the past
intruding in
for #ds106
Chromatography and Serendipity
An artist hardly knows
what ink might make
what the spill might create
when the fiber takes the colors
for a run