Chickens and Violins

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little white rooster
stands so proud

throws back his head
and howls real loud

violins play
as feathered bodies
begin to sway

one by one
they all huddle around

not a single beak
producing a frown

no wings flap
no horizontal spread

no bobbing
of  little heads

calm and adoration
the chicks are showing
for this creation

filling the corner
of the coop

standing quiet
no one stoops

eyes and ears
all opened wide

feathered chickens
filled with pride

music adoration
has begun

for these chickens
are having fun

violins and cello base
seems to touch
their inner grace

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Notes:
Today’s experiment was to sit in the coop with the chickens and discovering what would come of it, in terms of writing. It’s common for me to have the cd of Angele Dubeau – La Pieta playing on my laptop.
I walked in with my little stool and sat watching them hassle about trying to figure out why I was just sitting since the eggs had already been collected and they were already fed. The smallest is a white guy is a rooster and he started to do his stuff showing me who was really the king of the coop. I decided to video him and his voice and then take photos.
When I flipped my computer open the music started. Within minutes no one made a sound. More came in the coop and they all gathered in the corner with eyes open and heads tall, ears aimed in my direction. They were listening to the music!!! I photographed them countless times and they did not move. Some of their heads began to lower and I realized that they were so relaxed that they were falling asleep. I could not believe it.

I then decided to put on Glen Gould playing some Bach and they slowly started to wake up and start cleaning their feathers. This was fascinating and could be the start of something. Possibly sitting in more chicken coops hehehe. Who knows.

This is what happens when you have storms hitting the countryside.

 

 

 

Dance Of The Dawn

 

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drawing by tamaya garner 21/11/17 ©

Its dark but morning is here
I lower my body till the feeling of sheepskin touches my skin
I exhale
shoulders still heavy from yesterdays thoughts
my eyes still closed, but I can see shadows
like moving images from a subway station

left arm extends
I feel for the heat coming off the coffee cup
passing my fingers over the slippery glaze
singed by the hot coffee inside
my fingers slip through the handle 
as my thumb rubs its back
stroking  it like a lover’s face

beautiful glazed vessel is brought to my lips
violins play in the background
soft and with grace
giving soul to the morning pace

I take in with full breath
the fragrance of steamed coffee beans 
mixed with a touch of hot peppers
my hands hold the cup 
in the same manner as a priest holds a chalice

track 7 unites the earthbound piano keys 
with the winds plucking long strands of hair on the harp

that first sip
 my nose inhales the aroma hovering in the cup
a transfusion, an awakening of my senses 
the first slow dance of the day starts with 
my morning cup of coffee

track 11, the final dance, as the harp circles the room for one more twirl with the violin and piano.
Taking the final bow

november 21 2017 
©

I thank Angele Dubeau and La Pieta, along with composer Ludovico Einaudi