Ode to TFD...my muse

Your opening notes,
a dark, yet inviting melody;
like a playful numph
teasing in the dark,
sweetly luring me into
something that might be
dangerous.
I follow entranced,
hypnotized by the music.

The music, an aural embodiment
of a pied-piper,
playing a tune
with the melody weaving
into the unknown,
the music calls,
beckoning me to follow...
with only glimpses of
future promises.

Fall 2007

Call Center Confidential

For those of you who have ever worked in a call center environment and sat in cubicles, you will know what I'm talking about: when you're in your "cubie" and all the office sounds seem to become a "dull roar" in the background. I wrote this in the fall of 2007, as I was waiting for incoming calls to start:

Fleeting thoughts written
while I look at the blinking
colon on the telephone.
I notice the rough
surface of the fabric-covered walls
of my cubicle.
Telephones ring in the distance;
a dull hum of voices, layers over layers.
Buttons on a keyboard
being keyed in.

My thoughts race as the phone rings,
stirring me back to the droning
work at hand.
Hurried people, impatient, angry;
raised voices; profanity.
No understanding of what they do;
never fully listening to our questions,
unsure of the meaning of some words.
They should purchase a dictionary!

Fanfare for Blackbird

Blackbird in flight
with wings of ebony.
Into the night
seeking a melody.

The riffs he plays
in musical wonder,
like nature's rhythms
hailed by thunder.

The audience alive, ever heightening,
stirred in the soul
as if touched by lightening;
movin' and groovin' to their wildest core,
out of breath, yet wanting more.
06/08/08

Suff I've previously written in my notebooks of mind clutter

Haiku:

The blackbird in flight
Bass on wing, seeking a band
music, he will play.

06/09/08