Showing posts with label ode. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ode. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Lady Soul



Lady Soul

it is
the stuff of
poetic lore
a
piece
of theatre
when
an
orchestra wells
&
Lady Soul
emerges
into a
spotlight
radiant
red lips
eyes bright
beehive
brocade dress
poised
aplomb
in a 
floor
length
mink
            when
she inhaled &
began
to sing
naturally &
triumphant
            she took
us all to church

***

She was a triumph, a fierce activist, a woman of conviction and love and courage, with a voice that shaped us all.

Aretha, we love you always.

Rest in power.

In propinquity,
Nic

           




Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Uber Ostentatious




Uber Ostentatious

a smirk
of sheer folly
attire as satire
if you should
catch a blatantly
boyishly slender
blue-eyed fellow
in an impeccable
creamy bespoke
three pieced suit
pinstriped shirt
high starched collar
sheeny hankie
peeping out of
a valiant breast
pocket
two-toned shoes
& note-book open
a
shameless       
contrarian
 bona-fide
dandy
ardent to lacerate
your affectations
push the envelope
with his practiced
artful eye
if you should see
such a character
please tell him I
too have vanities
            for sale
I wish to be at the
meticulous mercy
of his flapping
exaggerations

***

Tom Wolfe died. This is for him.

In propinquity,
Nic





Sunday, January 5, 2014

Destined Woman


Destined Woman
(for Colleen)

in the midst of the original tremble
comes a rough draft of a classic lyric
with sounds as sweet as spontaneous colour
cultivated and managed by a Destined Woman
and set on fire by stars that line up precisely 2x2

reviews decant fluidly from a cluster of caustic critics
lost in a world of deep kisses and beach umbrellas
they say, 'her allure lies in the confines of glorious disarray'
they say, 'she's precocious, thoughtful, an evocative girl'

many are enamored with the Destined Woman
many follow her faithfully into uncharted territory
they harmonize quietly with her melodious message

in the midst of daring to dance in the dark
comes the heart of an Affectionate Witness
a cheery talkative woman wearing a friendship bracelet
caught between calm delight and the things she knows
she reminds the Destined Woman she's as cool as a summer breeze

that 'freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose'
that the dialogue of the faithful and of the Heavens truly exist
that she will elevate high above the hurt and heartbreak warfare
that her destiny is the embrace and gleam of perpetual goodness

the Destined Woman is as loved
as a celebrated and timeless song
the Destined Woman is cadence

the Destined Woman rises and commands an ardent few
the Destined Woman stands in allegiance with thunder

the Destined Woman is surrounded by every particle of pure love
every speck to wash away the regretful melancholy of yesterdays

this poem for the Destined Woman is an occasion 
written by an entertaining raconteur for a heartfelt casue: love

**

This poem was written for my oldest, dearest friend, Colleen.  She turns 40 today, exactly one month after I did.  It can be difficult to choose the perfect gift for someone you've known so long for such a milestone, so I did what comes naturally and I put it down in words.  My life is full of wonderful friends, fabulous women and I celebrate them always for the gifts they give, not on special occasions but each and every day.  I'm happy that my first blog post of 2014 is dedicated to one of them.

Love your people.  Tell them so and celebrate them, not just for the big things but the moments because they add up to something called kinship.

In propinquity,
Nic