This is the 3rd day of the year 2010, and this is my first blog; so I'm thinking as Angela Bofill serenades melodies, vibes, string, horns, chimes from my stereo system, in the living room of my 10th floor apartment in Brasilia, Brazil. I'm thinking, why didn't I think of this before, a Blog for my voice, my thoughts, and realize it wasn't meant for me prior to this year. It was meant now, this moment to share with you. The silent, yet vibrant, confusing, and aged world. This year will be the first of a series of written works from past years that I would like to get feedback from. So I leave you with this short poem written in 1987, called:
"Watered Eyes"
I was born as a teardrop
dripping in your heart
When it's cold, I freeze
become stiff in your soul,
but when it's warm I melt
my sensitivity into your smile
Seasons let me grow, and I watered
overflowing you...
I spread sunshine with wetness for
your eyes
we see
each other
in and out
when you sprinkle,
I wet
as we pour together
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Hey, Cuz, This is Toot! Drew is part od my middle name.
ReplyDeleteHey, This is tight! I love the flow of love & true emotion in your words. Yeah, I could hear Angie Bofill drop those lyrics w/ an accoustic guitar background or an Open Mic session, in a dim lit purple grotto.
One artist to another, I love it. I also have passed your blog on to a few writers/poets for feed back. Are you considering publishing your works in a book form or audio book.
Love it Cuz!
Toot