Wind whistles trees, Caverns, Trestles, And houses along Its way. It carries its part well. It knows it by heart Or improvises; Carefree and winsome. Yes, I do think The wind makes up Its song as it goes Along. Not too many variations To my ear, at least. And yet never boring. Drifting in and …
In-between, there is that temperature: Frozen water begins to drip And liquid water begins to freeze. Whatever its state, the water Does not anticipate the change. It simply flows or hardens As the in-between requires Of it. As if it were an artist Responding to inspiration, The ice or fluid begins to take On the …
I rarely edit my poetry. I don’t remember why I got into this practice. It probably has to do with my love of improvisation. Life is like that. We have to make it up as we go. Otherwise, it could seem to be too twisty. I like predictability and I like surprise. Well, I’m not …
I know you want an answer And you want it now. Well, I’m just not ready. Or if I must be ready, Then I can only offer a “Just maybe.” Yesterday, I had a plan and There were times when I thought It was working. Today, while having what I first took to be regular …
I just improvised a birthday song for a friend. It was so much fun that I thought I’d share it with you all. My “birthday” and any day gift to you. Enjoy! (improvised lyrics to the tune of Skylark) Birthdays are like any other day, these days. And they come and go with ease and …
Singing greases the wheel of desire that’s been waiting to roll out.
I consider improvisation to be a highest form of art. Having heard the mantra “just improv” from other artists too many times, I’ve been continually more and more committed to improvised music (and dance and storytelling) over the past decade.
For today, I drew the card for Practice with the great story about the goddess who “knows what is best for you … She knows that to change your life, you just need to change your practice.” I don’t know about you, but I need to be reminded about the stuff I already know.
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