Repeat the Sound in Joy    http://www.mystrawhat.com/Afraid/Poems/Repeat.htm

 

Sometimes I forget how to go down the steps

It's so simple but my head is not there

And I feel like I'm gonna fall down

Because I'm confused about walking

I like forget how to walk

Sometimes I forget how to breathe

It's so simple

So silly really

However real to me

And it's usually because my head

Is somewhere else

Maybe with my heart

Maybe in some part of the brain which meets the soul

And when I forget how to descend the stairs

Whether the weather is cloudy or not

I can feel the stars shining brightly

Burning beyond any embers we've witnessed

And I feel like one of these stars

I feel a brilliant radiance from my solar plexus

Being for itself

I just understand

And though people may not understand me

And I often feel alone and alienated

I know there are millions upon millions of stars

And in a harmonic tone we all emit a special sound

When I take time to listen I repeat the sound in joy

 

This is one of those times

Christmas 2006

 

And I don't now why

But yet I do

I recall my father

Driving me to the airport after Christmas break

When I was attending Marquette University at the time

After living the summer in Florida with music and acid

And an array of other assorted cocktails

And how my father wanted to know why I was not

Wearing one of my sweater vests and button down shirts

And why I was wearing a flannel and jeans

And he saw it and told me I was gonna burn out -

He said he saw me as a shooing star and was concerned -

He knew if I chose rock & roll right then for a living he'd lose me -

He knew.

I know.

I hated him for a while.

Yeah.

And now that I made it a few years passed twenty seven

And I don't look up at the sky as much to see shooting stars

I feel just as alive and just as dead as those stars up in the sky

And I don't even have to look outside

I may be with my wife and dog under our roof

Sitting at a wooden desk at a lap top writing this to you for me

And with the chorus of stars I repeat the sound in joy

Without even whispering a word or uttering a note

 

Best of the Christmas Roses,

John A. Conte` Jr.

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Christmas Night 2006

Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
Copyright 2008
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