Poetry

While most of the last three decades I've spent playing music, writing and exploring music,
I've recently, at the behest of a sweet lady at dashing.com, been trying my hand at poetry...
I'm not so comfortable with it, nor adept at it, but I am enjoying the freedom of it...
Below is one sample... more to follow...

empty

and so left we are

fallow and transparent

scraping dust through frail fingernails

while sifting cinder for gold

caressing discarded clothing

and visiting abandoned houses

honest in our self deception

we guard misery

that none may steal her from us

these finely tuned words

take the utmost care

to say nothing as cleverly as possible

this is where we build our temple

this is how we paint our face

row your boat into a tempest

covet pride and shun disgrace

self congratulations

are always in order

nail more boards across the window

before you escape

freedom doesn't become you

why seek the bird's song

in the sky around you

when you can yearn for it

in an empty cage