Poem 0180 of 1,000 (for Anita): light

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on December 2, 2011 under Stan Stewart | 2 Comments to Read

A shaft of sunbeam awakens me at dawn.
My slumber has been of one dead for a thousand years:
Deadened by thoughts of culpability and then,
Sudden innocence.

Awe and wonder overtake the moment
As the light settles in.
But fear raises expectations of loss and
Grandeur — neither of which hold a place
In this reality, nor a grasp on the epiphany.

(This is the light of choice.

This is the light of choice.

This is the light of choice.)

Opening the shades fully,
I take in the miraculous, blue of
A cloudless
Father sky.

Improv For Kirby by muz4now

Poem 0179 of 1,000: jazz poem 3

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on November 18, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

The electrified wind controller
Makes unusual sounds.
Nothing like the sax that came before.

Loud!
Amplified to ensure that
My brain and the next will not
Forget this sound!

Now, the piano, too, joins in with the
Electrified sound: funky electric piano-
Zany-funkified-twisted sounds envelope
The room and penetrate walls.

Taking jazz to the streets.

Jim Ridl With Spatial Edition “LOUD”

Poem 0178 of 1,000: jazz poem 2

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on November 16, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

Sultry: you enmesh the fluid line
With the voicings unabashed.
Combined: they melt the walls
Around my heart that — times before –
I thought were permanent and solid.

Now, open to the melodious flux,
Ears and eyes drink in the sweet
Honey of wafting sounds and
Impulsive interplay.

Poem 0177 of 1,000: jazz poem 1

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I will not tap my feet.
Though the rhythms and melodies you play
Conger up kicking off shoes and
Dancing barefoot in the grass,
I will not tap my feet.

Though my heart beats faster at the
Melodic buildup — as horn and keys
Latch together in the repetition of a theme,
Calling my heart and toes to a
Dance of thrill and amazement –
But no, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet, nor
Nod my head; though everything
In me is crying out for some kind of movement
To occur!
No, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet
When the guitar and sax drop out
To let bass and drums chase percussively
After each other in a playful, astoundingly
Structureless cadenza, filled with
Impulsive demands.
Even then, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet.
Though the pianist has spontaneously
Created a bit of magical funk
That was never previously inserted
In this “standard” of jazz stalwarts.
No, I will not tap my feet.

What’s this!
Did my head just nod a bit?
Unbidden, I can barely restrain myself
From rising straight to the dance floor,
For now, the whole ensemble is returning
To the original theme by some inaudible
Twist of jive and thrive.

Oh yes, I cannot just tap my feet:
I must move my head and spine and arms entwine,
Must move my torso, and more so
My feet.

Tuesday Mantra

Posted by Anita Bondi on November 8, 2011 under Anita Bondi | 2 Comments to Read