Posted on May 13, 2020May 13, 2020 MUSIC: LISTENING TO THE OLDIES There’s a reason why it’s still here That “old” music, emblematic of all our firsts History, instrument-etched Rhythmic scorching guitars Saxophones – longing or lucky Pianos running us up and down ranges of emotion Bass and drums defibrillating beatless hearts All spooning with words That led us in that timeless Continuous dance Along the Watchtower Among the purple flowers In that Purple Haze There’s a reason for “oldies stations” Sanctuaries for melodic reminders, telling us Passion, its usefulness, is deathless As long as humans prevail “Old–school” music will continue Demanding answers to questions That should have been asked Of the past Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on May 2, 2020May 2, 2020 OF TIME AND DREAMS What is that time called Just before sleep fully takes over When the night-mind, in acid-etched clarity Lines up the day’s matters Forcing them to kneel in pain’s shadow? What is that time called That sounds its claxon for battle Swinging the Damoclesean sword Slashing away The nubile dreams of the innocent? The time just before being delivered To the mercy of that clamor Accompanying the onset of dreams That time when heart and brain come Together each with its own music; Sharps and flats dueling for supremacy Offering a clarion call sometimes So lovely as to be taken as anthem Shepherding the heart Through sunsets, Births, Deaths, Success, Failure; The basic drawing-and-quartering of life. What is that time called? Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
