Crowd Noise

painting by Debra Hurd

painting by Debra Hurd

While saxophone serenade melody,

glance across the room, and the world is alive,

with activity, purpose, longevity,

we all seem to want a similar drive,

waiting for the sunset,

while just realizing the crisp morning of a summer day,

we are living without any regret,

sharing our lives together with coffee and a gentle sway.

The rhapsody of that surreal breeze,

listen, can you hear the emotion of that chord,

the fingertips strum soft the lines,

that music, that interlude, such a marvelous journey.

While the noise of an active hustle creates

a steady rhythm of ‘hello who am I’

the eyes wander the room,

we all have our lives,

if only together, we might sing the words,

that suggest universally we can play the saxophone –

we might listen while the jazz plays our song.

What Frightens a Ghost?

GHOSTS OF PUBLIC SPACES / ACTIONS ! - NIMALAN YOGANATHAN

GHOSTS OF PUBLIC SPACES / ACTIONS ! – NIMALAN YOGANATHAN

Chilling season

Cowering moments

Medley of circumstance

~

When the world stops

Our reality becomes suspect

An indecisive gesture

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Walking towards

An active classroom

Should doors open?

~

How many eyes

Will suddenly observe

Every step toward …

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What if I trip?

Perhaps a sneeze

Watch me cry

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Seems the season

Is right for peril

Masks consume the night

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Yet the light of day

Frightens my mind

When asked to reveal

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Open wounds

Hindered gait

In the eye of my peers

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I am a ghost

Inside my own

Predicated world

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Catastrophic tendencies

Prevent security

Night terrors consume

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My mind as I enter

A room of certain scorn

Is this a God moment?