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tree song

needles on each dancing branch

pull keening sounds from the wind

singing regrets that they can’t fly

like empty exiles

doomed to restlessness

each sound a friction

between immovable and unstoppable

wistful and beautiful

as silhouettes of trees against the night

rooted into place

but longing to take flight

 

 

David Trudel  © 2014

 

 

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Angel Songs

I will make playlists of angel songs

And burbling laughs of toddlers

Who haven’t learnt to imprison their feelings in words

I will make playlists of waves rolling on cobbled shores

And the crash of surf exploding into clouds

I will make playlists of the wind ruffling the firs

Punctuated by butterflies tap-dancing on honeysuckle blossoms

I will sing along with whistles of the northern lights

Slide shimmering a magnetic resonance

From starshine’s wave

My top forty will never be capped

Or over produced

My playlist sings eternity

I fall into the space between the sounds

Not a dark hole

But a double helix slide from being to becoming

Listening for truth

Neither question nor answer

Just the simplicity of forever

Like smiles for no reason

Resounding into harmony

 

 

David Trudel       ©  2013

 

 

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Little Brown Rooster

Little brown rooster

Sings the blues all day

Calling for his little hens

Singing that he wants to play

He struts and dances

They dance away

Little brown rooster

Sings the blues all day

Little brown rooster

Sings the blues all day

As nighttime falls

Things fade to black

That hen house is hopping

Like a jumped up Cadillac

Little brown rooster

Don’t sing the blues at night

He’s too busy dancing

With those hens and getting tight

Little brown rooster

Don’t wake up at dawn

He only gets up at half past jazz

With a quiet kind of yawn

Little brown rooster

Sings the blues all day

Little brown rooster

Sings the blues all day

David Trudel  ©  2013

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Listening to a Rocksong

Groundstanding, soles of my feet making a connection

To this bedrock nub

Slow murmured, the rock sings a grinding song

Remembering the crush of icesheets that tore and tumbled

 

Deeper still, contrapuntally

Groans a deep murmur of the drift

Rock saga of the grand voyage

Sliding and lurching from the equator to Canada’s west coast

For 380 million years

 

Even deeper, this rock remembers the hot cauldron of explosion

Heat of becoming that danced lightning in radiant intensity

When this rock reverberates that long lost tune

It remembers the immediacy of fast

High intensity vibrations and collisions that spiraled into infinity

 

Underneath those rhythms is another

Creation’s splendid release that uncoiled it all

Sacred music written across the sky

And inside every molecule of every thing

Echoing just outside our hearing

So big and so loud

Forever

 

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

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Voices

So many voices singing so many songs

It all gets blurred so I can’t follow along

So many voices singing all at once

Creating a new language of united force

It isn’t always necessary to hear each word

When you feel a beat pulse inside your head

Some sounds will pull you into somewhere else

So many voices singing will open up your ears

To things you’ve never heard before

And let you rearrange your fears

So many voices singing so many songs

Harmonizing as the beat keeps going down

So many voices singing so many songs

Until the songs come down to just one in the end

That song that starts with each first breath

And doesn’t end until the final death

So many voices singing the same song

Listening to each other to follow along

So many voices singing the same song

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

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Florence

Relentlessly, her voice powers up and down arpeggios and scales

Like a Lambo on the autobahn or a Tesla on full charge

Providing some inner warmth

Against a thin winter’s day insipid chill

Bolstered by plucked accompaniment

Warm as a wainscoted room filled with all of Jane Austin’s heroines

Harps are evocative that way

Contrapuntal to fluid crescendos

A spring tonic of her golden voice powers synapses to fire

Making it easy to climb on for a velvet ride

A smile lights up my face

But my ears are burning

In a conflagration of auditory delight

 

 

David Trudel  © 2013

 

 

 

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Clear

Clear

 

I’ve got to clear my mind

I’ve got to cleanse my soul

I need to heal my heart

If the truth be told

I need to quell the voices

That echo in my head

I need to stop each passing thought

Just empty out instead

Just take a breath

Then blow it out

Remember how to really be

Accept each moment gracefully

I’ve got to clear my mind

I’ve got to cleanse my soul

I need to heal my heart

If the truth be told

 

 

David Trudel    © 2012

 

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