Here’s the thing–
we must sing
the body electric
and we must trick ourselves
into singing
the body unplugged,

for the mind must be tugged
from reflection (that des-pond
of antsy)
to connection–a circuitry that finds answer
simply in flow–
it tows longing
into a much-loved song
whose minor key records
our humanity, a harmony–if we can but find
its parts–
that need not be studied
to be learned by heart–

But how hard it is to hear the song
of the long view–
the electric without
the body,
the connection without


Another drafty poem that I may link to the open platform on With Real Toads.  Photo taken and edited by me–all rights reserved.

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5 Comments on “Song”

  1. X Says:

    Nice. Andrea Gibson has a line on singing the body electric. That originally came from a RUSH song, right? I like the thought of singing the body unplugged. There is something pure to acostic, it can change a song – indeed.

  2. hedgewitch Says:

    A great frisson between the states of being electrified and being unplugged–they seem rather interdependent and a matter of choice or preference, yet the poem seems to lead us from choice to compulsion…to loss. The last lines very eloquent and human.

  3. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    the body unplugged,

    for the mind must be tugged
    from reflection

    I so enjoy the way you have juxtaposed words, phrases and images in this piece.

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