The Star in the sky and its sitar string song
Shimmers and sings to me all the day longThe morning sees bent notes encircle my mind
By mid-day the rhythm has stretched down my spineCome midnight the music meets me face to face
Pulls me in closer, then wraps ’round my waist
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my hand on it’s knee
I stare hard with wonder
Smiling back
At the long, blue road before me
How it’s casual, easy grade belies
Hard-won, Historic Route status Potholes, and unforeseen detours
And I think to myself
Do I tip-toe whimsically
Drive with all deliberate speed
Or close my eyes and fly on eagle wings
Where will this road take me
Who does it think it is
And what color snacks should I pack for the journey
What Actually
My hope-soaked heart
Holds memories
It has danced
With two lovers of love
It’s Author and His beloved scribe
How it is so confounds me
Tending To Laundry
This morning I wondered
If Earth would be glad
It’s shirt smells of Rain
I’m prone to random thoughts
To Remember
One finger
One string
Reminding one another
Of the singular sensation
Of being brushed
Over the edge
Giggle
Tickle my foot
As it hangs off the edge
Of this new day before me
Go God
While he Stands
he hits the notes
he holds the pitch
his shoulders squared
his eyes certain
Mouth open wide
With smile soft
And hands that clasp
he’s listening for
A higher will
Than his own
Then he kneels
Prompted
You said use imagination.
Please. You said.
It was [ik-sploh-siv].
The Sky’s Kiss
Are you always this?
Are you always
Just
So
Electric?
I’m waiting in water.
Rock. Star.
Arms Up
back exposed
black and white
knock ’em dead
Rock Star
