Among the disorganized clutter
of words and half-thoughts
He picks a path to the stage
The light is on
and edging to the microphone
clears his throat
"I have nothing to say,"
he says
"thank you."
The notes are all there
and the strings are tuned
this moment passes, and another
It's late, the room is empty
and there is time
to breathe again
Saturday, December 30, 2006
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5 comments:
"disorganized clutter of words and half-thoughts" sounds like very familiar terrain. i love the poem, steve.
happy new year!
There are many days and nights like that. Well said.
this says such a lot to me
about gigging and living
good to see you writing again
here's to 2007
aurora - thank you :)
polona - thank you & happy new year - looking forward to 2007!
andrew - more of them, it seems :)
floots - looking forward to another year - I keep notes from one of your pieces close at hand - (the one about inspiration - playing, singing, writing..)
Thanks all for the 'long-distance' friendships this year through this kind of writing (and pictures - such incredible pictures...)
Well done Steve!! Wish political speeches were this sharp!!
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