Long Fermata Poems

Motor is nudged to life in an arcing motion, arm pulling 
cord. Vein-furrowed hands grasp the fishing pole, 
slinging bait and tackle beneath one arm. Another 
arcing motion, arm casting pole. Bobber spins 
a helicopter...

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Might he find it in him self to
see error in his previous thought
than might he recognize the
way his lyrics and music
might blend together to
be heard in the finest hall's
of this world.
Those lovers, and those who...

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I have one pass to success —
I have one pass per path
I've had one flight, one success
Going ahead—till one's last breath.

You can hear Gabriel blowing his horn
Yet, I took it for a breeze before storm 
Then...

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You are a sustained landscape
one that changes only when you smile or frown,
        a fermata, an endless note
something akin to love strung-out,
pulled thin
until it vibrates at the same...

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Walls breathe insistent hunger,
red as the inside of a split pomegranate,
richer still where the tallow has melted,
slick as the fat from a burnt offering. 

Scarpia does not eat.
He savors—sounds of gristle 
snapping in the next...

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Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,

Forte, piano, half, and...

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It originates with a blank canvas.
White. 
Eerie silence like snow drifting
A fermata.
Silence is music too.

Then a sonata of yellow breaks the spell.
The arpeggio of a laugh
The trill of the buttery sun shinning through a canopy...

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Prelude
The student sits, perpendicular to the piano
Back erect, fingers curled, knees just barely under the keys
Feet not touching the floor
Eyes bright with wonder

The finger strikes a note
Fermata
The sustained vibration echoes in the small room
Magic
Senses awaken
Souls...

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