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I heard you a week,
maybe two weeks ago
and thought I recorded you.
I went back, somehow, somehow
I lost you.

Thought has chapped my lips
and they spoke of never
never hearing you again,
no flutist bent notes
taking blind turns
in my mind halving way.
I thought of you often
in that span,sang what I
remembered,
but I don't speak Hindi.
Is it Hindi?

Your drums' cadence
credible while I worked
above the noise of the woods,
the farm.
It was Karma for you
to return
to me-wise
like Moghli, wide-eyed.
I know you are not
everyones' cup of tea.
You are my cauldron today
Deva Premal.
I am useless as a fishing lure
whose hooks have rusted off
imbedded in an underwater stump.
Yet- I have floated up from
the depths to travel my own sea.

Your cello distorts like a Cirque de Soleis
contortionist-my own secret desire.
I remember ten years ago
when Hotel California came out acoustic
and it went through me like you
do now.

I am confident it is not Ravi
on the sitar- he never loved
like this- so sparing.
Your cold water voice soothes me,
yet, there are those who cry
apostasy-I cannot help it,
or them.

You could be telling me
to shit down my leg
and I would not care.
They threw George Harrison overboard
for My Sweet Lord,
couldn't hear the music
couldn't hear it
couldn't face it
like men
like believers
in the most high God.

You are like the old hymnals
on the back of empty church pews,
songs sung in the heart
remembered in whole or part
smooth-soothe-Moola Mantra.

Let me make up my own words
in peace.
I need no translation,
your metrics will do,
suffice for now.
It was good to find you again.


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The following comments are for "jungle book"
by williamhill

Music
If I could close my eyes and read at the same time, I would definitely choose this poem for the occasion.

Felt this the way I feel music when I'm lying still on my back, letting it flow through in currents that move sluggish thought into action.

This is fantastic.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: October 16, 2007 )

Charlie's Appointment
Well, Charlie, I know what music to put on for you when I get you on my massage table. Now I have to go see if you are talking about a specific recording, or just Deva Premal's music, as a whole.

I was introduced to her music by my girlfriend, but am still looking for a good CD (read- no glitches) to use for my ambiance library.

Your poem says well what she brings.

~ John

( Posted by: Flonigus [Member] On: October 16, 2007 )

"You are my cauldron today"
gorgeous, language-rich read, this... not only a tribute to the artist and the music that stirred you, but also a meditation about how that music allows the listener to access all these layers and levels of their being, culminating in the spiritual... beautiful rendering of affinity between listener and artist, between music and soul, and more well-written lines than you can shake a stick atů

transcendental, this, in its way. thank you for it.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: October 16, 2007 )

Deva Premal
Just found this, Charlie, interesting and excellent articulation of the most poetic kind as is what known and always expected from you and your quality writing. I also agree with what Shannon had to say about it in his comment to you here. I especially liked the third stanza of this poem. Thanks for sharing this, Charlie. Blessings and namaste to you, friend.

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: July 23, 2008 )





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