We hear him first
two blocks away, past Grand Avenue
the din of a parallel freeway, his bass and back up.
Loud, small, young, maybe 14 he plays alone,
nested in a 5-pc kit, on a throne, sidewalk street corner
while hundreds run, tightrope-walk-balance, drive
play soccer around him.
Hard hitting and lush
his tempos tame time in waves that roll
connecting our smiles from inside out before moving
across the Lake into open windows and back through
the Farmer’s market and up on beyond blue where
hungry stars and planets await this little gift
© Tara Linda 2016
I’m writing lyrics now for at least 5 of our new songs, and wasn’t quiet finished with 3 of them by last night. This is ONE fun thing about writing poetry (and one great thing about writing more often in April): As a poet, you get into the habit of seeing poetry everywhere…
Last night, I did something fun. I played a small show, our first in Oakland, with new project “Fistful of Stars”. We’ve played radio spots, making ready. We go on tour next month to Europe- so it’s all coming together fast.
I’m writing lyrics now for at least 5 of our new songs, and wasn’t quiet finished with 3 of them by last night. This is ONE fun thing about writing poetry (and one great thing about writing more often in April): As a poet, you get into the habit of seeing poetry everywhere; in couples drinking coffee, overheard conversation, positing scenarios from across the room, and just plain imagining things. And if you don’t have that gene for remembering lyrics (I don’t), or you haven’t quite finished the words-no worries: Poet-in-You will deliver, often taking you utterly over, hijacking your body, setting sail in your soul, borrowing your lips to say things you never dreamed before ;). This is pure bliss, of course.
Last night, for one amazing song written by guitarist Rafael- that I didn’t quite finish lyrics to- I called it Mesa Song, and strung together all of the poem pieces for my one poem called “Unravel”. I read/talked the words as a single poem over the verses instead of singing. For the choruses, I sang (moaned) like the wind. Yes, Unravel– the poem pieces I haven’t yet posted all here, beyond the first because I didn’t think they were finished enough. 😉 Surprisingly, friends said that Mesa Song was their favorite of the night: it had a story they said, some mystery, and they got lost in the poem. Yay! I promise to post another piece of Unravel for my next poem post. Not tomorrow though- off to a Pow-wow.
So- I usually do a wrap-up post for NaPoWriMo. I have to say, this year, I wasn’t as engaged in publicly participating as in past years. In fact, if there was one word to sum things up for me this year, it would be a verb:
This time, I was loathe to do anything on cue. And I didn’t want to follow anyone’s prompts. Hahaha! But I still wrote lots. AND best of all, I don’t want to stop!! And so I won’t. Yet another good rule to break.
You held us last night-
soft woods, laughter,
warm arms that offered sweet
champagne and love. We drank it all
down, and from across the room
I gave you a poem
like a kiss.
taralinda c.p. 2014
Wild turkey waiting
outside this downtown cafe
followed a small child…
Wild turkey waiting
outside this downtown cafe
followed a small child
almost inside, so we ask-
young tom- do you think us tame?
Tanka form 5-7-5-7-7
True but strange, of the wild turkeys in the park near our house, there is one that loves children. I mean Loves them; he lets them pet, feed, and HUG him (!!)
The child whom turkey is most attached too, a toddler, is pushed in one of those loud, bright yellow wheeled plastic toys down the sidewalk. The parents swear that it is the loud wheely toy that draws the turkey. And so, when they begin their walk to town some mornings, turkey appears from the brush, and lines up in tow behind them all, all the way to cafe. We’re talking- a half mile away. I didn’t want to name the cafe in my poem but it is one of those big tacky coffee chain places common in most large urban centers, making it even stranger of course. 😉
Yes, I do feel a tinge of guilt, seeing my friends in the Midwest and East Coast regions experiencing this….
I started to call this post “Pardon my Spring: or Don’t Hate Me ‘Cause I’m Warm and Beautiful”; but that seemed a bit obnoxious. Yes, I do feel a tinge of guilt, seeing my friends in the Midwest and East Coast regions experiencing this:
Source for 1st & 3rd, 4th photos.
…when we on the Pacific side, Oakland, SF Bay CA are experiencing this:
~ 60 deg. F, and a Spring that started in January.
But all this beauty has come at an ugly price: for the first time in my lifetime, we’ve experienced a Winter with no rain. Our two small drizzles brought us this early Spring, yes, but they have also left us 90% below normal rainfall. Our ground water reserves are unreplenished, reservoirs are at 30%, and everyone is bracing for a busy fire season. River levels for our salmon are at all time lows, and Central Valley fields lie fallow. Gov. Brown has declared all of the state a drought zone, and Obama brought emergency funds for farmers- on Valentines Day. As a former fisheries biologist, I worry about the fish: no one has come to their aid. So our salmon runs will likely be badly reduced for the next 4 years.
But we’ll take this embarrassing blush of beauty while it lasts.
If you are in the cold dead zone of Winter, come out and spend some sunny warm days on the West Coast. Oakland was voted top 10 US cities to come visit. 😉
Either way, Warm thoughts to our frigid friends to the East; hang in there- your Spring will come soon!
Maybe Summer will end. Maybe it won’t. Here is evidence that Summer is in full swing:
As long as the watermelon man still sells melons- summer. And where have I been to have just discovered the yellow ones?
My figs are green- summer.