Posts Tagged ‘harmonic’

Embrace A Strange Place: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose

January 11, 2017

A friend was going to a Polynesian island with a man she barely knew and his family. She said “I’m a bit afraid. I’m going to be surrounded by strangers, in a foreign country, with a man I don’t know.”
Since she is from Oklahoma, I reminded her what that state’s native son, Will Rogers, said: “A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”
Then I said:
When you get to the country, that new place, go, go out onto the beach, or in the woods, or a garden, or even on your balcony. Stand and face the rising or the setting sun, or the stars, or the moon, or the cloudy sky. Face the heavens.
Put your bare feet apart slightly wider than your shoulders. If you’re on the beach, put your feet in the sand, right where the waves spend their last bit of energy, where the seafoam and the wet sand moves beneath your toes and embraces your feet.
Tilt your head back to find the sun or the light or the sky. Feel the air. Close your eyes.
Raise both your arms out sideways, hands toward the light and sky, palms out, fingers spread wide, hands slightly higher than your shoulders, as though you were giving an old friend a huge hug. Breathe deep, in through your mouth and nose, deeply, and feel the vibe, the flow, of the place you are in. Connect, deeply. Open your mouth and OMMMM or YAWP or vocalize in the harmonic you feel.
As you feel the air, the wind, sense the scents, maybe wrap your arms gently but firmly around the Spirit you feel, cradle it, embrace it.
There is a certain spirit, harmonic, note in each place. Each place on earth has a unique feel, a special, sacred note. Just as a musical note sounds different played by trombone, piano, organ, clarinet or harmonica, so is the earth’s song the same, yet different in each place.
You can be jarred by it, because it doesn’t feel like where YOU are from, but if you reach out and embrace it, hear it feel it touch it, introduce yourself to it, and be introduced to it, you will connect with it. When you do, that foreign country, that new place, will become part of you, and you will become part of it. You will not be a stranger in a strange land, but an honored and welcome friend the land hadn’t met yet.
And you’ll understand why the natives are smiling.”

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I Call This One Ohhhhhmmmmmm: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

February 20, 2015

Lake Winneconne Ohhhhmmmm at Sunset, summerI call this photograph
“Ohhhhhhhmmmmmm.”

I never posted it before,
because I knew
no one would get it.

Sunset.
Wisconsin lake water
covering my ears,
echo-amplifying
the universal harmonic call.
“Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm.”

Sound waves
mixing
with lake waves
mixing
with brain waves
mixing
with heart waves.

“Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm.”

It was never posted before.
No one would get it.

She will.

Harmonic Memories Of A Sunset Float: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

September 30, 2013

Oohm float sunset, July, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinGazing at her golden hair
and softly glowing skin/
made me wish I was again there.
A Midwest lake: I’m diving in.

I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.

An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.

She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.

Dancing on The Savanah: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

October 7, 2010

Feeling harmonic ebb and flow, do you,
treading across the savanah’s plains, care to
take a creative chance/
and passionately dance?

Barefoot in grasses green,
to musicians only heard, not seen./
Whose creative muse from far away/
calms us when confused and holds sway/

over our hearts, souls, and hands
and as we dance ‘mid the grass and sands
we come to the conclusion:/
there should be no confusion!

Our mental, soulful, heartfelt views,
as we dance, hold only music and muse.