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The Sky Is Crying
your song, transformed
by the sultry voice
of your beloved Number One;
gifted from those angels
who’d cast their wings aside
for the ripe mortal woman
and had tasted what it was like,
finally touching heaven
from the moment
of my own
transformation
flower to fully flowered,
you were the slow seduction
of my ear-drums,
the sway of my hips,
remembered
as I spent my Saturdays
windows open,
the sweet cool kisses
of the Carolina summer
brushing across my sweaty skin
pausing amidst the clutter
of changing out the laundry
and the never-ending
parade of very big needs
from awfully small bodies,
you reminded me of the days
when I was my own;
when the world out there,
for all its pain and heartbreak
was still worth experiencing;
every single note of it
thanks for the reminder, Stevie
by the sultry voice
of your beloved Number One;
gifted from those angels
who’d cast their wings aside
for the ripe mortal woman
and had tasted what it was like,
finally touching heaven
from the moment
of my own
transformation
flower to fully flowered,
you were the slow seduction
of my ear-drums,
the sway of my hips,
remembered
as I spent my Saturdays
windows open,
the sweet cool kisses
of the Carolina summer
brushing across my sweaty skin
pausing amidst the clutter
of changing out the laundry
and the never-ending
parade of very big needs
from awfully small bodies,
you reminded me of the days
when I was my own;
when the world out there,
for all its pain and heartbreak
was still worth experiencing;
every single note of it
thanks for the reminder, Stevie
Published 15th Nov 2020
Author's Note
Spending some time with an old vinyl copy of Stevie Ray Vaughan’s The Sky is Crying
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15th Nov 2020 11:38pm
He definitely left us long before having spilled all that was within him. His music was a gift and a solace at many different times in my life. Thank you for your kind words, Reggie 💜
15th Nov 2020 10:50pm
Beautiful! I hear it drifting through the open Carolina windows in that southern heat! Music is such a transforming part of our lives. Sound in and of itself is a beautiful modality that carries us through challenges.
15th Nov 2020 11:40pm
Transformative, indeed. Thank you, Ahavati. I knew you’d understand about that Carolina summer swelter and the brief comfort of the breeze 💜.
15th Nov 2020 11:22pm
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15th Nov 2020 11:44pm
Wow! This spectacular picturesque tribute is really beautifully written. Thank you for so eloquently sharing a glimpse into your nostalgic past. A splendid memory ignited by vinyl treasure. Amazing write!!!
15th Nov 2020 11:51pm
16th Nov 2020 2:37am
Ah yes, I know the "never-ending
parade of very big needs
from awfully small bodies"
What a brilliant phrase!
Music is oxygen, I don't know how anyone survives without it. Lovely write. ❤
parade of very big needs
from awfully small bodies"
What a brilliant phrase!
Music is oxygen, I don't know how anyone survives without it. Lovely write. ❤
16th Nov 2020 2:42am
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16th Nov 2020 7:44pm
That is high praise coming from a poet of your caliber and I adore it, thank you so much 💜
16th Nov 2020 2:54pm
Beautiful piece. I couldn't live without music. It provides memory markers, sets tone and mood. I can hear Stevie's guitar wailing...
16th Nov 2020 7:46pm
It has such an ability to anchor us to this plane and it’s experiences. Thank you so much, Eerie 💜
