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
Poetry Reading
Some of the best poets we read ask that we not never not ever use their voice when devouring their verse - an argument that it's best for a reader to cut their own lips along the margins of the page, gnawing like small jackhammers on internal rhythm and rhyme beating out time in order to best discover something like love
for #ds106
We are merely transient, travelers here for such short times, these turning leaves of Autumn remind us that we must pause to savor each moment, to rediscover repose, arc the eyes at an angle from which to look anew at a beautiful world forever in transition
— for #ds106
Every Poet Is a Juggler
What at first glance seems simple enough - one word after another, so how hard could it be? - turns complicated when a writer realizes not every word belongs before the previous or after the other and failure becomes another poem dropped like lightbulbs to the floor
— for #ds106