Friday, March 25, 2011

Rocks for Sale!

Portland, Pioneer Place 2011


Remember when you
             sat by the side of our dusty country
     road
          selling stones,
                           which you found there . . .
and we laughed
               at the boy who
                                wanted candy . . . .
                                   then
someone, perhaps an angel,
                              strolled up
           to your little stand,
                          and bending down
discussed with you
                    the merits of each small gem . . .
          and smiling, he . . .
chose one,
                               giving you a dime . . .
which sparkled under the glances of the sun
                                                 reaching through the shade . . .
as you sat in your arbor,
           the deep black shadows
held you down . . .
                       and you watched your customer
                                                               disappear
                     into the distance .  .
down that hot, shimmering lane,
you in the deep black,
                               the tree branches still as stone
        in that hot summer air,                       
a lone bird sang
            a short dry melody . . .
and you turned your little coin 
slowly in your fingers . . .
                           your back to us . . .
forever
           that small boy
                            selling dreams . . .


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Review:

My favorite was "Wind Calling" with the beautiful flute like sounds and the way the music flowed across my space like a gentle breeze . . . in softly rolling waves . . it was very beautiful . . . smooth and chilling.

I also enjoyed the vocals in "Follow Me" and the bouncier percussion and energy pulled out of the song, more upbeat than the normal ambient that this artist provided in this album.

"Real Spirit" with the chimes and other exotic tones was another very appealing song . . . I loved the percussion and that strong echoey sound, and sometimes hearing a lovely sitar . . . very nice! The way the musical instruments wove in and out of each other was extraordinary.

This album was a very nice mix of peaceful ambient and upbeat happier songs . . . and even with the mix the album had a delightful flow. I always love this artist's music as the tunes are always exactly as advertised . . . the music is nicely composed, and prepared and ready to be downloaded and enjoyed . . .

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The short poem, "Rocks for Sale!" is based on truth . . . something that happened many, many years ago, regarding my youngest brother, Dean, someone who has been lost to me for a long, long time.

2 comments:

Van Syla said...

Childhood memories are precious.
Beautiful story and poem !

Syl

Wolfsong said...

Thank you, Syl . . . thank you for your kind comment . . . I am so glad that you liked the poem.