For Music

FOR MUSIC

My portion to walk
These barren, wasted hills
Knuckled and gaunt
And stiff with old loam

Flow down through the world’s ebb
All among dark strangers
Whose hourglass
Runs thick with dream

Bent upon the strait path
I have no whim
To tell each fashioned note
As truly as some well tuned liar

But choose instead
To take the same old number
Rip from its womb untimely something new
And make it count

For music

……………….For music

Has unmanned me, aye
And stole my reason
To make cause with those
Who are not privy to this openness

Who have ears and do not

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on May 8, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. “bent upon the straight path
    I have no whim”
    brought to mind ledger lines and treble clefs.
    i like this one a lot.

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    • I’m glad you like it, Jane. It is one of my own personal favourites. An admission, a statement of faith, an affirmation, and a manifesto. I still recall spending most of a day sitting on a park bench in Kirkcaldy composing it.

      BTW It is “strait” (i.e, narrow) rather than straight. c.v.

      “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” (Matthew 7:13-14)

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  2. “All among dark strangers
    Whose hourglass
    Runs thick with dream”

    I really like the metaphor with the hourglass! It’s a perfect example of human way to dream life away, in this case accompanied to the magic of music.

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  3. Beautiful Ben!

    I love your poetry, love your blog! I want to nominate you for the Versatile Blog Award! I can see that you already have your fair share of awards, and rightly so – but nevertheless, you are recognized on my acceptance post here:
    http://sacredlanguage.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/circle-of-praise/

    Much love,

    ~ Ben

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  4. Oh, Ben. This one does not need an essay. It needs a park bench surrounded by the music of an orchestra on a 70 degree day when the sun floods the sky with joy as flocks of mountain blue birds fly past so thick that they seem to be one creature alive with movement that is as everflowing as the music which is a part of who you are becoming. What a magical poem!

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  5. All day I faced
    A barren waste
    Without the taste
    Of water
    Cool water
    Old Dan and I
    With throats burned dry
    And souls that cry
    For water
    Cool clear water

    Keep a-movin’, Dan,
    Don’t you listen to him, Dan
    He’s a devil not a man
    And he’s spread the burnin’ sand
    With water
    Dan, can’t you see
    That big green tree
    Where the water’s runnin’ free
    And it’s waitin’ you there for me
    And you?

    The night are cool
    And I’m a fool
    Each star’s a pool
    Of water
    Cool water
    But with the dawn
    I’ll wake and yawn
    And carry on
    To water
    Cool clear water

    Keep a-movin’, Dan,
    Don’t you listen to him, Dan
    He’s the devil not a man
    And he’s spread the burnin’ sand
    With water
    Dan, can’t you see
    That big green tree
    Where the water’s runnin’ free
    And it’s a-waitin’ there for me
    And you?

    The shadows sway
    And seem to say
    Tonight we pray
    For water
    Cool water
    And way up there
    He’ll hear our prayer
    And show us where
    There’s water
    Cool clear water

    Keep a-movin’, Dan,
    Don’t you listen to him, Dan
    He’s a devilnot a man
    And he’s spread the burnin’ sand
    With water
    Dan, can’t you see
    That big green treea-
    Where the water’s runnin’ free
    And it’s waitin’you there for me
    And you?

    Dan’s feet are sore
    He’s yearning
    For just one thing more
    Than water
    Cool water
    Like me, I guess
    He’d like to rest
    Where there’s no quest
    For water
    Cool clear wate

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  6. Ah, the ending, and the thought it evokes of those who do not…

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  7. Your first stanza brings forth those feelings of pushing through. I came from this place, I think. Yet, I am a dreamer and I like that about me. Not practical, but still..

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  8. Exactly! My point made in Sarah’s Star Lilies post just now. Where I discovered your link to this. Well done!

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