Old Souls

My adult mind relapsed into a former state and memory

History

Revisiting figures vividly

And legends who's breaths and energy I intend to harness

Time is relative but circles like hurtling swirling tornadoes

Icons, symbols,

Parents even,

Living amongst the great

A current place of frail and nimble

A crescent moon

Who, if you allow, an era vanished gradient faded into black

'Didn't It Rain' and 'That's All', that was then.

Washington, West Village, West Side

The effect on atmosphere's nuanced by transparent, tranquil, astounding beings

Maya, Mandela, Martin, Medgar

Leaving streams unobstructed and lanterns down shadowy paths

Paths less taken is a path less taken not to be dwelled

Identify as stars along with Angels and tell

It's belief in yourself

Bold and intact in fact it's patience as well

Beyond the walls and the pale

When you're reminded you were born in the wrong era

The old souls live on

An era somewhere amidst Ralph Ellison and Sister Rosetta Tharpe

'That's All' and 'Didn't It Rain'

“Remember when icons could preach and boogie?"

When guitar riffs pierced into your soul like Black Moccasin fangs

Words filling voids and radio waves,

Echoing for decades

Lightening stricken

Entirely honest

An era somewhere between Davis and Hendrix.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Between Davis and Hendrix"-Yes I am there. Great poem and nostalgic tribute to time, place, philosophy and music. And homage to the greats -"Maya, Mandela, Martin, Medgar". Inspiring chronicle of a watershed time, where did it go? Master-Class poem!

[Nariko]

I remember the times as a kid, I couldn't wait to quickly become a grown up. But becoming a grown up, I grew to miss the old times.