Day 352 - The Typewriter

Here it all begins

The lines and verses; the triumphs and sins

They cross the page in ink that runs in my veins

Until on the page it forms shapely stains

Here it is carefully placed

Upon ivory pages: so many that will go to waste

So many that cannot contain the breaths

That while making us live now - in halting - bring our deaths

Here it is and here it will go

Dancing off to places we can hardly know

Until we land there in the majesty

That teaches us so simply, how to be

Day 254 - Vinyl Child

Dedicated to Ryan

Also to my parents and family who made me into the vinyl child I am

The soothing pop of vinyl

Is the lullaby of my youth

No harsh digital perfection

Only living, feeling, truth

The trust in the music

That flows with life around it

The warble of the folk voice

And the pride to sound it

Here is to the times we lived

In awe dancing to those songs

Growing up on the tunes and artists

Who righted all the wrongs

That buzz and fizz that echoes

Makes me trust in the person there

Strumming life into strings

Beating drums and filling the living air

With lullabies for every being

And for my children when they grow

Spinning, blurring on the turntable

The soothing pop, and hiss so low