Saturday, November 26, 2016

Poem: The Destined Manifest

Music I discovered that night, was a sanctuary,
a safe place to hide, a place where scars didn't matter,
they didn't exist.
- Len Vlahos




I sat there clapping in rhythm,
listening to the elastic sound that had struck a chord with me.
I approached the atmosphere that had been taken over by music.
I was taking in tones and feeling all rhythmic.
As limber as a rubber band became my mind;
Peacefulness and love in me began to climb.
My body forgot all about the knowledge
that I’d been burning the candle at both ends.
It had been a grueling week but them sounds
like an energy booster somewhat ironed out the kinks.

I started to leave my troubles behind
as I approached the stage with my glowing light.
The groove was in full swing and I was readying myself
for the destined manifest.


The mystic I’d been longing for was finally in my hands.
Sorry, I don’t mean to be so candid,
but I was tired as shit and experiencing a cold.
I was hoping that the nasal drip thing wouldn’t on stage unfold.
Seeing the faces of the crowd however was spiritually transformative.
Nothing like the sound of music to give me more strength.


I hit the stage, holding my head up high and with the mic in my hand.
The backdrop like the midnight sun; a beautiful illusion.
Thank God for a highly responsive crowd
that made me make more of an effort.
Thank God that I didn’t fall with my stiletto heels
I was wearing under my long flowing skirt.
Thank God I remembered every word
and that my voice didn’t crack.
And thank God that when I tried to hit my high notes,
I didn’t have a cough attack.


Yeah I laid out my individual expression
as the orchestra added their unique contribution.
Yeah I was diving deep into the music
and was drenched in the oscillating fusion.
And yeah, it had been a block of days that I’d once only dreamed of
that hit my heart like a funky guitar riff in a song that I just love.


The mere thought was now my, in the moment, reality.
Yet it wasn’t the arena that made it a safe zone.
I think wherever the music is,
will always for me, be a sanctuary. 

4 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem. You really seem to connect with music on a deep level. Music is such a connecting force between people no matter their language, culture, or socioeconomic status. You can listen to someone sing, close your eyes, and it's like you're feeling everything that person is singing about. You feel their pain or love or joy or sorrow.

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    1. Chastisy. Thank you so much for your comment. I appreciate your words. I love music more than I should I think. LOL!

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  2. Stephanie, This was amazing - one of my favorite lines...wherever the music is,
    will always for me, be a sanctuary. Great work!

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    1. Thank you. It is such a real and true statement for me. I guess I love music just a bit more than I should. LOL! But . . .

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