As aeromancy of alpenglows from
Smoky Mountains’ sweet splendor
offered the antithesis of empty promises,
A cryophilic heart was finally awakened
by the splendor found in summer solstice.
Songs of summer solstice flowed
through the current of his veins,
Magically doing their work,
Opening up electric symphonies
Of unchained possibility.
No longer willing to accept
or give nugatory compensation
In payment for soul’s offerings,
Crying out: “All in”,
Living life to its fullest.
This meant accepting that love
could no longer be given on loan
In hope of future payments
like some form of usury.
A sudden flash of insight,
in acutely accelerated awareness:
“All in, for the nonce!”
All in and off the island
of isolated vanquishment,
A soul like an isthmus forever connected to its source,
Never again to be separated
by moving masses of tectonic plates.
The desiderata of soul that leads to new found bliss
In mountain music
Played on an electric violin
On the streets of Asheville
and now danced to in a little club in Gainesville.
No payment worthy of
the spirit that played
Through music on those nights
Offering a ticket to ride to
new places of unchained possibility.
Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 02/11/2016
This poem was written in a spirit of gratitude for the music created and shared by a two-man band-To All My Dear Friends (www.toallmydearfriends.com). I first heard them on the streets of Asheville this past summer and was fortunate enough to discover their live music again this past weekend in Gainesville with my wife, our oldest son and his fiancée. Their music literally stopped me in my tracks physically, emotionally and soulfully when I first heard them play in a little street-side, acoustically mesmerizing alcove. The music now plays in my truck more days than not on the way to and from work; and has become my life’s soundtrack over the past 6 months. I am sure its soulful touch will carry me until we are back in the Carolina mountains again in the spring.
Note: I used the same seven www.dictionary.com words of the day in another poem of a totally different feel last week: http://coachhinesblogs.com/2016/02/06/cryophilic-little-devil. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :).