Where does the music go when the violin stops playing?
Where does the water flow when the wave stops waving?
poetry
TIME ENOUGH FOR LOVE
I have crossed oceans of time
To be with you
There must be
Time enough for love….
Two hundred years for each breast
A thousand for the rest
And if we find rubies by the Rhine
So much better love can find
The way to stitch our hearts
For we are greater than our parts.
KINDRED SPIRITS
Winter “Candide” Chatman
Kindred spirts recognize each other
when they meet upon the road and
when they meet it is a joyous occasion
one worth celebrating
let the celebration begin.
Benn Bell and Winter Chatman
CANDIDE
Winter “Candide” Chatman
My world has shifted
My sorrow lifted
I am once again tilted
Back towards Philadelphia
In the midst of Summer
I have found a glorious Winter
The Best of All Possible Worlds.
BEAUTIFUL
A Guest Post By Winter Chatman
Author Winter Chatman
She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin’
Cutt’n me down, My eyes have ears
I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’
Sixteen and pregnant , shoot, that ain’t nothin’
My life My block I have no fear
She be lookn’ at me like I ain’t nothin’
I ain’t cried, it ain’t no sin, nothin’
She can stare My eyes have ears
I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’
I got straight A’s, that’s really somethin’
I ain’t stupid , you know, I can hear
She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin
My college degree, that’s really something
For my life From my block That’s rare
I’m beautiful, you know, Really something
My Imani child grows, beautiful, really something
One flower in a bush so rare,
They keep looking at me like I am nothing
I am beautiful, you know, really something.
Penn State Literary Magazine 2003
Home From the Hill
Home is the sailor home from the sea
Home is the hunter home from the hill
But for the sailor who fell from grace with the sea there is no home
He is destined to roam endlessly
And wherever he lays his head is where his home will be.
THE ROAD TO WIGAN PIER
I went to Wigan Pier
To see what I could see
Only to discover
The pier was no longer there
It had been demolished sometime in the past
And where it stood exactly
No one could be sure.
AMAZING SPACE
AMAZING SPACE
Amazing Space, how sweet the ship
That saved my sanity
I once was straight but now I’m not
At last I’m totally free.
Twas space at first my mind did fear
In space it was I was stranded
How precious did that space appear
The hour that I landed.
Through many dangerous asteroids
I dodged far away from home
Tis space! I cried where I am bound
And space from where I come!
Falling fast through space I’m cast
Away headed straight for the sun
I’ll be there for 10,000 years
Unless alas it’s all undone.
MEANDER
Word of the day: Meander
I meandered five miles out one day along the way
First I came to the place of the celestial fire
A little further on a mighty fountain did I spy
It rose and flowed into the the sacred River Sigh.
A fitting day for fire and water I would say as I continued on along the way. Around the bend I hit a wall
But most certainly we don’t need a wall!
Is what I say
But it was a mighty fine day
Out walking along the way.
Daddy’s Hands
Daddy’s Hands
Daddy had a grip like steel
If he ever shook your hand you would surely know it
If he ever pulled you close you would surely feel it
He threw a horseshoe like a bullet from a gun
He served in tennis like a rabbit on the run
Whether it was a handsaw, a claw hammer, or a handgun,
He had a killer grip and the grip of a killer
And he could teach the hawk a few things about the handsaw.
Daddy’s hands.
Ghost Dog 