It’s been almost a year since I’ve read at DNA, and I look forward to giving all who are present, 30 minutes of my poetry on stream, between two half-hour segments of open mic.
Klannex Northmead, an excellent and very well-loved poet in his own right, is the host for the event. Dyce Underwood and Armany Thursday, his long-time and gracious partner, owners of DNA, have provided this popular venue and time slot for these poetry events for many years now. I will read a very new one for the first time dedicated to the spirit of Valentine’s Day. If Sl has shown me one thing (and it has showed me many more than one) it is the possibility to love and work with so many talented and creative people here, each in his or her own way, allowing me to learn a bit more about love and all its variations and subtle hues.
I will print this one below for you and invite all of you, my loyal friends and readers, who come to so many of my readings (May you never get bored with me!) and to all new people who have never been to one (May you take this chance and come!) Please join me on Sunday at 12 noon slt. I look forward to entertaining you once again!
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And..Here is my poem for Valentine’s Day, sort of a Fusion of The Arts & Hearts,
as DNA is too:)
(for my Valentines)
I love You,
my colored hearts, for everything that You rarely show…
for all those doors that close when people walk too near
and You don’t feel like trusting.
I love how You unlatch your locks, when You hear my voice…
that opening click and You whispering , “Come in”
All the colors inside Your chambers,
my mutant butterflies,
all that music, art and poetry
contained in the mural of Your lives.
Purple-hearted wounded one,
the deepest blue of true,
artistic passion, complexly red and brilliant multi shades of You,
Your confidence and recklessness to be just who You chose,
so much more than meets the eye,
so much more than any day job can construe.
And every heart has its passion its flower growing from a seed,
to find and make it work,
creating art from useless things, inventing poetry
capturing the tail of a jet stream,
or challenging those personal boundaries of speed.
Each has a hue that I cherish
each has a hue that I need.
You lace on shoes to cover miles,
pick up a brush, imagination and glue,
the teacher, coder, creator, filmmaker
edit, rewrite, redo,refine, re-fix…
speak in foreign languages to translate the matrix.
A bouquet of colored hearts,
gifted to me by the most generous giver
in the most ingenious way,
You make my words come alive,
You make my blood rise and ebb in tides…
You, You, You, You
my colored hearts.
Given by The Giver, who lays them across my road
one by one to find, pick up and hold…
Gathered into this bouquet reflecting,
love and genius, the mercurial and ambiguous,
the long lasting steadfastness .
I place this treasure not on my table,
not on display
but way inside my own colored heart stretched wide,
to love and cherish
enjoy and share
the depth and the miracle
that defies defining who is the virtual You.
I just ask to bathe sometimes in each amazing beveled hue,
and contemplate the honor and the privilege
of knowing and of loving every single one of You.
Feb. 5th 2013
Linc Island, Second Life