I don't write as much poetry as I used to....except for writing my play about James Baldwin right now. But I always go back to it. The following poem was written for songwriter/poet Janis Ian and I dedicate it here to two other songwriter/poets: Ferron and Joan Armatrading.
Lyrics There is an edge your voice drops over//becoming sand infinite particles distinct//and indistinguishable moving beneath me.// Not simply melody or motion,words or muscle,//but you sifting down hourglass or wind //until you are concrete.//Only then the words wrap around //until they open against skin//moths fluttering dust. I gasp//and sound seeps in, a vein pulsing.//Improbable pairings conclude in places// I never expected to be or be seen. //Your song set out---kite or net or parable,//a mist in the air I breathe.//