Poetry: Songwriting

I’m getting back to song:
swimming the rhythm
of words again, replacing
runs and phrases like kayaks
loose on the current, playing
each verse in reverse to
rediscover the chorus, ideas
are the trees in this forest
in which something near true
arises, anew

This poem is from a prompt over at Open Write about “getting back” to something. This is about a song that I started, stopped writing and then returned to again.

Peace (in the Muse),
Kevin

Poetry: House On The Hill

We finger the aged picture,
linger a little on the moment
of the farmhouse in the field
at the top of hill where now
our whole neighborhood sits;
it all fits — the history of a place
is rooted in the remembering,
the rocks in the soil wending
their way forward with each frost
in order to establish the present,
our dirty skin begins to build
something to last

This was for a prompt at Open Write.

Peace (in the history of place),
Kevin

Daily Create: Spock On Mount Everest

It’s Spock, stuck, at the top of Mount Everest
thinking, as always, he’s surely the cleverest –
Spock dreams a baton
powers the radio on
and classically conducts his way home, forever-est

My Daily Create prompt from the Creative Prompt Machine: Write a limerick for that time Mr Spock went to the top of Mount Everest only to discover to get home they had to fall asleep to the sound of classical music.

Peace (oddly enough),
Kevin

Poetry: Jazz

Jazz Group

Our small city hosts an Arts Night Out once a month. Last night, it became Jazz Night Out, so we wandered around for a few hours, listening to a bunch of groups playing.

Peace (in sound),
Kevin