Today, I’m gonna share a poem I wrote that has a hidden meaning. I remember writing this, way back in the 70’s. And I remember wanting it to sound serious, classic, and important. But I can’t remember the whole hidden meaning. Has that ever happened to you? But I actually like that I can’t remember because it means I’ve moved on. I’ve allowed those … Read the rest…
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“showing luminous colors that seem to change when seen from different angles” – That’s the definition of iridescent I just read in the dictionary app on my computer. It certainly describes the kind of iridescent lights I saw in a picture a friend of mine shared online. You were probably a fun-loving, American kid once upon a time. Right? So, you probably enjoyed a … Read the rest…
So, as I write this, there’s only one more week of March winds. Because there’s only one more week of March 2025. And as much as they’ve been blowing around here in the heart of the heartland, there oughta be plenty of April showers. What do March winds have to do with April showers? You didn’t seriously just ask that question, did you? Because, … Read the rest…
My DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) includes some awesome tools to enhance music clarity. And there’s a wide variety of software to help audio producers and songwriters make their music sound as clear as possible. But the music clarity I see in my mind’s eye can’t be achieved. At least not with gear anybody has here on Earth. Because the music clarity I’m talking about … Read the rest…
Hypnopompic hallucinations. No, there are no drugs involved. You might have experienced them, even if you’ve never heard of ’em. Because they can occur in that transitional time between sleep and fully waking up. And they don’t have to include scenes of terror. After all, it’s not like everything in life mimics Stephen King books. My hypnopompic hallucinations almost always involve music. And I … Read the rest…
By the light blue sky In the wee hours, those hours when most people are still asleep, sometimes my thoughts toss me phrases. And I think it’s my subconscious watching to see what I’ll do with them. If I’m awake enough, I take on the challenge. And it used to be with my physical sword. Well, my trusty Bic pen. But nowadays I rely … Read the rest…
Starshine in Iris Forty-five years ago. It’s not possible. But it’s true. The year, 1975, was forty-five years ago. It was a significant year for me for several reasons. A few small. A few large. And I was still in the beginning stages of becoming a poet and a songwriter. In fact, the poem I’m about to share with you, Starshine in Iris, is … Read the rest…