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the collusion of poet & composer


01.10.15 Posted in today's words by

Charles Clifford Brooks III’s most recent poem to appear here was The Conclusions of an Older Brother (December 2014).

the collusion of poet & composer
By Charles Clifford Brooks III

when you witness
your guitar played first
by someone else–
a slack-faced man who
gets those six strings to beg–
the quasi-honor is humbling.
it’s also a troubling conflict.
it is reminiscent of seeing
that one chick
you haven’t got over
sitting in another guy’s lap.

in the time it takes to listen,
no,
to hear
how the lyrics come from pure sound,
there are miracles:
the mayor of union point makes coffee,
a bank teller starts his car,
two bluesmen
play one happy song.

in the space between sounds
i learn a les paul, a piano
muscles in,
the drums are played by a psychoanalyst:
the notes become
the needles
necessary to sew rhyme tight.
it is lapped up, adored,
and finally laid to rest,
wrapped only in the glory
of itself.

 



3 Responses to “the collusion of poet & composer”

  1. John Pursch says:

    that’s really good! beautiful work, my friend!

  2. Great ending (and piece overall) Charles.

  3. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    I enjoyed this fantastic poem. The rhythm of the emotions, the honesty of feelings, jealousy and love all written down for all of us to relate to. Thanks for sharing, Mr. Brooks!

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