Freelance Cellist
Musings
Proposition
Perhaps my Chosen Form of travel over these grains of sand
is as a bearer of Promethean Sparks …
Unfurled freedom with all its trials and tribulations!
My proposition for this morning is
that openhearted intimacy is the wisely dismounting yin
to the muzzling yang of sequestered serenity.
I savor that song inside, yet also Beethoven’s space,
filling mind and heart between each note,
and my quest is for intimate passion
intermixed with calm delight –
Earthly heaven!
Blogs:
Ocean Currents
Elementals
Happiness
Indigo
Firestarter
Friends
Grace
No Matter What
Songmaker
In spring’s quiescence she waits
Misplaced and dreaming
Until the whisper loves her
Chopin’s Etude in E
Gathers her as other girls might blossoms.
In the fresh green scent of summer
Her raucous passion mingles with a rustling of trees
As Liszt’s Consolations run through
The dark tang of turbulence and notes disconsolate
Gather her as flowers might other girls.
In autumn’s receding light
Stripped to a kind of essence
The girl wanders timeworn and bloodied
A Brahms Intermezzo in B flat
Gathers her like fallen leaves.
Even in the exile of winter’s Golgotha there are notes
Where your song-making stars are visible
And she’s yours
A wayfarer who’s always grabbing her hat
Tripping along behind
Trying to keep up
The desperate lover, a child wanting to follow you.
© 2010 Christine Tsen. All Rights Reserved.
Diminuendo
Why would anyone want to take
Your whole smile?
You never thought you had to guard it
Perhaps a portion
Your eyes stung
Tears spread raindrops
Across stone faces
Shadows and light glided across
Masks, rendering your friends
Illusionists
Slippery words in a long
Seasick motion of waves
Crashing around that heavy
Stone seascape
And you wanted to understand
Every misstep, illusion,
Dissonant note
As you fumbled
In fading music
To get out of the way
As your breath whispered
Don’t take it
All you had left
Your breath
Held
Online Publications: -------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Utmost Christian Online: "Homing"
The Bark: "Divo"
Print Publications:
This is my latest book of poetry titled "Songmaker".
If you would like to order it, please click on the image below.
This is my first book of poetry. I am so grateful to be joined here by my artist of a daughter and also by the lovely Ann Winchester as photographer ~ All profits go to charity.
Current list of charities:
* Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research
* Heifer Project
* The Jimmy Fund
Available at Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and iUniverse.com.
Christine and daughter Kira
Song of the Black Swan
A Naiad of deep night
You drift in rose-fire
I am shamelessly absorbed when I see you
A purifying wind of repose –
Your radiant torch of black fire
Traversing stolen moments.
Do you know you are beautiful
Because you are different?
And have you met the black butterfly
Robed in onyx ardor
Dressed in licorice garments and stockings?
I have seen smoke rising from him too.
An immaculate reflection in placid water
You are an announcement of something important
Of someone falling in love, perhaps
Or a life slipping away —
I, too, want to be a muse anchored in sunset’s margin
Garbed in a wild black robe
A monk rising to pray in the labyrinth of consciousness
You are well-reared by nature
As you offer me a fresh cup of Keemun tea
And meeting my gaze squarely
You lure me to the locket in my heart
As you vanish into your song.
© 2010 Christine Tsen. All Rights Reserved.
