Poetry
Groove #107
by Jonathan Edwards
Summer 2010
Digital electric tribal language
Repetitive percussive rhythmic flow
Mathematical precision a polysyllabic rush
Laced with human nuance organique
The ambient momentum of spherical drums
Spanning the spaces permitting the ring
Beating the time between the is and the is not
The call and the response
The statement and the query
The question and the ancillary image
In four and again in four
The illicit reply of the sinewy groove
Committed to the matrix
Compelled to letting go
A spontaneous predisposition
Balanced on the edge of knowing
Focused intently on not even thinking
A beautiful negotiation
A self-expressive sentence
Declarative affirmation
A spiritual navigation
Within the paragraph of soul
A feeling devoid of cognition
The Zen of concentration
In absolutely nothing
The visceral commandment
Thou shall not have false gods
Seize it for a moment
Clutch it too your breast
Remember back through evolution
A kind of cellular reminiscence |
An ancient jungle hue
The sounds of the night time yearnings
The green and vibrant smoke
Of fire dancing demons
Silhouetted in the dark
And deep within the bones
Like the sticks that beat the skins
Stretched taut across the logs
Listening to the very marrow
Of the lacework of creation
The cat from where she springs
Hair trigger in the camo
Bright eyes of certain predation
On the sharp side of the blade
The machete of recognition
Pent up beyond all belief
Coiled with deep desire
Tempered by the conflagration
One molecule of sharpness
Honed and stropped
To a gleaming razor shine
Within and somehow without
Learning to listen to the air
Through the metatarsals
Terrestrial vibrations
Like a pre-strike viper
That’s how to feel the power
The sounding of a humpback
Plumb the depths of sonic patterns
The communication of expectation
The predictable precision |
Flight
by Jonathan Edwards
March 2009
Did I hear or touch your whisper
A static type of shock
The dynamic ascent of wonder
A good morning on the air
Did I feel it or just think it
The sun in our kitchen window
Was your voice an invitation
Did you call for such a light
A familiar birdsong lilt
I allow myself the vision
With pupils open wide
To welcome the realm of fancy
The wind across my eardrums
To take off to fly to land
Face into the weather
Leading edges following the coast
What would it all be like
Can’t stop the thought from wandering
Borne on thermal current lift
The undulations and the flashes
Or more of a gliding path
How will we ever know
Age old simple questions
All of these a mystery
How do we turn and wheel
As we move through these elevations
Like dancers above the boards
Skilled and balanced phrases
On wings so confidently strong
Suddenly aloft on a sense of longing
Belief in the beat of the heart
Without weight above cloud beyond sky
A flight of recognition really
Take advantage of the breeze
And speak to me tonight
When you reach your destination
And your soul perceives this voltage
Lighter than hummingbird kisses
My feathers caressing your lips
The electric laughing rush of loving
And just your smile
Will take us there
