This new poem was sort of written as a response to some poetry I was reading today.  I’ve been reading a lot of poets this spring and summer that I hadn’t gotten around to yet.  So anyway, without any further adieu…

Thinking on Ferlinghetti’s #34

Singers are poets too
at least, I look at it that way
and like the wordsmiths

(and the surfers)

they are seeking the eternal rhythm
the lilt of the syllables connected together
caressing the tide of music floating beneath

they, too, seek to interpret
the world through sound and language
the echo of resonance and vernacular

the voice for them is the rolling wave of sea
the buoyancy of timbre and harmonics
bobbing on the surface tension of a melody