Laura caught the line and bid me to fly. Then she soared. Awesome. Thank you, Laura.
Month: December 2019
Peace Time — a poem
“…on the barb of time.”
— Ezra Pound, Canto V
below middle C a steady rhythm steadies
turns
tunes my ache
to saline drip
not pushed
half time quarter time barbed time
week
week
week wreaked
now undone
one steady beat
birds flick from white key to black again peace
again
the piece plays along synopses
down along the chords tuned
sharp too sharply it plays
hammers dampened
keyed back to perfect
pitch rain drops
on the grand
beads on black lacquer caught
in spotlight reality
the hush rushes over the faceless crowd
and I am left
to drown under the unwritten notes.
— listening to Bill Evans, Peace Piece
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