Quest
The road rises gradually, tumbles
down into a valley, curves back
and forth, straightens and goes
up a long grade into
darkening sky, then switches
sharply back along its own path;
everywhere I look I see life dying,
being born, struggling, triumphing,
and fading away into energy which
will feed the next generation of travelers
searching for a destination where
they can rest at last, lay their heads
upon a stone or stump or clump of grass,
and sleep until they find a dream
which allows them to rise and move on.
(Kigali, Rwanda, March 2012)
Joyfully Blue
In the dark blue
deepening to black
of early evening,
I, silent and still, sit
listening to a gently rising
orchestra of sound:
a bird rhythmically sounding notes
which call to mind
Milt Jackson's mallets slow dancing
up and down a vibraphone, a chorale
of insects gradually growing louder, voices
of lads playing soccer in the distance
down a curving dirt road, men
and women talking, laughing, flirting,
and welcoming the deep peace of dusk's
warm and comforting waters;
I lean back and my eyes rest upon the rising
of a silvery moon, and I drift away.
(Kigali, Rwanda, September 2011)
Michael L. Newell has recently been published in Bellowing Ark, Shemom, and Jerry Jazz Musician. His most recent book is from Cyberwit.net. Its title is Don't Fret (Jazz Poems).
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.