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For Ravi Shankar: This Is What It Was

Raga. Sun shifts as fingers on sitar. Ravi Shankar is dead. Old women in dark clothes make it down the road through a tabla of sounding rain We know not sometimes what effects us until it has done so. Play music in the cell phone and breath while awaiting the bus. Pour honey onto bread at home and think, this is what it was.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/18/2014 12:02:00 AM

Romella, I see how, the feeling Ravi, left behind was missed... It's like that song... Don't know what you'll be missing till it's gone... enjoyed ~ Linda

Romella Kitchens
Date: 3/18/2014 12:17:00 AM

My older brother did the whole life odyssey thing. He traveled, went to India, played folk guitar and loved sitar music. Linda, I morph. So, I adopted the music. I play every kind of music there is but sitar music has a mystery to me I like as a westerner. Say goodnight to BABE for me.

D.W. Rodgers

Date: 3/17/2014 12:54:00 PM

Nice, long ago I attended one of his concerts in NA and found it both inspiring and an educational introduction to Indian music.

Romella Kitchens
Date: 3/17/2014 1:34:00 PM

Thanks for your comment, Roger. He was indeed an inspiration. I begin my mornings sometimes with his music. You began your interest in indian music with the best. If you do not mind, I am intending to read a few of your poems.