Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Some Recent Verses


Last night, after too long of an absence, I returned to an Inspired Word open mic. My contribution to a great evening of talent was a pair of poems, the second of which was "Anticipation." This piece, making its performance debut that evening, is one of my most recent compositions. 

Enjoy.





Anticipation

A glass filling gradually
Is how I demonstrate discretion
Before gulping,
Giddy for some tickling sensation.
But, no need to worry,
I’m alright,
Let’s have another. Slower. More preamble.
Swing that shaker one more time.
Again.
I’m patient,
I have nowhere else to be tonight,
Just here, with you, so pour another.
And another.
Steady hand, careful now,
I glimpse stray drops,
Overflowing, trickling down your bare arm–
Tempt not, waste not,
My fingers gently brush your skin,
A tease for
That perfect moment (perfect excuses).
Another round,
My lips denied their true desire:
Are we on to the good stuff yet? 

Photo by Creighton Blinn



 

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Verses after a Storm



I woke on Tuesday with a poem in my head. It was the morning after Hurricane Sandy made landfall, and I was relieved to discover that I had been spared the worst of the storm. The power was on, water was flowing, and both my partner and I were safe in our home. I know that many others were much less fortunate, and that, as I write this, too many are still lacking basic necessities. For them, returning to normal shall take longer. I am thankful for my good luck, and offer these verses from my perspective:




The Sensation of Subtle Sounds

I awake to a variety of subtle sounds:
A hammer tapping,
Tires gliding over damp streets,
While footfalls trod upon the sidewalk,
And from some nearby, though uncertain location,
Soft organ music surfaces.
Eventually, the more obtrusive voice of a leaf blower joins the mix
Along the front walk,
Another sign of moving on,
A partial return, at least, to a routine of daily life.
But most reassuring
(As it has been throughout the storm)
Is the sensation of your warm body
Wrapped tightly in my loving embrace . . . 

*      *     *

Best wishes to all . .  .

photo by creighton blinn, all rights reserved
 





Saturday, August 25, 2012

Returning with a Poem



Sorry that I have been away for awhile, but, there has been much going on in my life. I am happy to report, though, that these developments have been quite positive & I am in good spirits. It also pleases me to say that I have been keeping at my writing, composing new pieces and performing them around the city. Today, I would like to share with you a poem which was inspired by music. For a few years now, I have been a fan of the Portuguese tradition of fado. Introduced to this music by one of my oldest friends, I quickly fell in love with its sounds and melodies. Last December BAM hosted a weekend of fado concerts, which I eagerly devoured. The vast majority of the acts were quite strong and the audience very receptive. The first night I was so swept up in the music that, after leaving the main stage, I was compelled to check out the cafe for even more fado. After the show ended, I stopped in a nearby bar for a drink, and wrote a poem. As a final note, I should add that the word fado is usually translated as "fate."

 
Fado
Fado is a mournful music
Made up of somber rhythms
And solemn tones
Comprising a lament,
As well as an acceptance,
For what once was
But now has been lost.
Yet, its songs may not always be funereal;
At times they might contain the sounds of celebration
Set to a more lively tempo
Offering up defiance
In the face of circumstances
Which try to confine our movements.
We strain, instead, to be their master
By proclaiming our fado
In a voice of our own choosing.

 
For those interested in sampling the diversity of fado, I would recommend Carlos Saura's film Fados. Not a talking heads history, but instead a series of performances which run from traditional to contemporary, all of which are strikingly staged. (That Saura is well known for his ability to capture dance on film is readily apparent). Here are two excerpts, both featuring Mariza, one of the most well regarded living fado singers:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4jNIi7QYPM&feature=BFa&list=PL240757B2F57FE380
&
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0_rHpY3wf8&feature=BFa&list=PL240757B2F57FE380


Cheers.