In early Starhawk days,
when ‘Spiral Dance’
trickled consciousness,
we were soundmakers
a musical community —
a collective we called it,
in basements and flats
hand drum drummers
reed tone wailers
guitar string strummers
keyboard ramblers
bursting with passion,
bursting with sound,
an oasis
in disparate lives
an alternate reality
until
like seeds in the wind,
we dispersed
leaving wistful memories.
Now I sense your spirits
in this cyber world.
Poet wordcrafters,
we span the globe,
imaginations soar
ink sticks roar,
keys tap dance,
cursors out-pour
humanity,
being human in
a material world.
©2017 Ontheland
‘Community’ is the theme of Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, hosted by Paul Scribbles, his first night as member of the dVerse facilitating team. In his post Paul includes a Starhawk quote describing a beautiful vision of community which reminds me of parallels I feel between a musical community of my past and, in my present, dVerse and the broader blogosphere.
Lovely musical community. “ink sticks roar, keys tap dance”. You can just hear the movement.
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Wonderful response Janice. I’m getting goosebumps reading your words. Thank You for your contribution to the prompt.
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Thank you Paul.
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I like the very visual memories and how dispersed like seeds in the wind they have regrown in the blogosphere community:
“keys tap dance,
cursors out-pour”
Wonderful!
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Thank you Laura 🙂
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I like your word choices of “disparate lives, dispersed” and the ending of “being human in a material world” 🙂
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Thank you Lynn 🙂
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I liked “cursors out-pour”, from basement to cyber world.
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Thanks Frank…I enjoy your observation
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I love how music can bring people together… love how you describe the different sounds here.
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Thanks Bjorn… music does bring people together on a small and large scale (I just heard about a monster people’s choir in Toronto)
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To think the cyber world was first assembled in a basement (or garage?), your poem superposes reality in a fascinating way. Particularly like your “keys tap dance” — though I’d be a two-left-legged dancer abusive on the backspace.
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I love this one. You captured the feeling just perfectly.
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Thank you Claudia…I ‘m happy to know that 🙂 I enjoy feeling this thread between past and present.
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I like the way you connect the energy of those days of music with the poetry online now. There is a connection. I can see that now you describe it so well.
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So glad that came through. Thank you Suzanne.
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Groovy scene. 🌹🌹🌹😎
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Lovely words presenting well the shifting communities of our lives. Well done.
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Thank you 🙂
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Soundmakers,poet wordcrafters…I love this community ~
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Yes :))
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