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
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
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