TWO BABIES
IN THE WOMB
COMING TOWARD
THEIR LIVES
CAUSING SUCH
A LOVING GIFT
IN THIS WORLD
OF STRIFE,
I WONDERED HOW
I MIGHT SECURE
A MINDSET
SAFE AND SOUND
SCRAMBLING
IN THE ESCAPADE
THAT’S COME
TO HANG AROUND,
A BLASTING
FORCE
OF DESTINY
A SORRY KIND
OF SYMPHONY,
UNEXPECTED
DISCONNECTED,
DARK AND SCARY
SOLITARY…
IN THE MOOD
OF WORLDLY THINGS
THIS VIRUS
SLAMS US HARD
FRIGHTFUL
STINGING
HORRIBLE,
I MUST FIND
THE ADORABLE,
THE LOVE
AND BEAUTY
HIDDEN NOW
BENEATH THE
HARDEST NEWS
THERE ISN’T
MUCH DECISION
TO SEE THE
LIGHT
AND CHOOSE
TO DWELL UPON
THE JOY OF BIRTH
THE HAPPINESS
DESPITE THE DIRTH,
TWO NEW LIVES
ON THEIR WAY
COMING UP SOON
TO BRIGHTEN THE DAY,

THIS REMINDS ME
THAT WE SHOULD
REMEMBER ALL
THAT IS SO GOOD:
TINY HANDS
AND BRAND
NEW EYES
BEING BORN
WITHOUT DISGUISE,
PROTECTED
NOW BY
MOTHER’S WOMB,
AWAY FROM
SADNESS
DEATH AND GLOOM,
IT SEEMS TO SAY
THERE IS A WAY
TO CARRY ON
IN FACT,
CLOSE OUR EYES
AND SURMISE
THAT LIFE WILL
BE IN TACT,
THE RIGHTOUS
FEAR
THAT TUMBLES
DOWN
UPON OUR HEARTS
AS IF TO CROWN
A MISERY
WE CAN’T AVOID,
BUT SOMEWHERE
IN THE DARK
ARE EVEN
BREATHS
AND HAPPINESS,
ONE DAUGHTER
AND ONE SON
TO CARRY ON
THE NEW FRONTIERS
LEARNING HOW
TO COPE
WITH TEARS,
THEY SHINE IN
FRESH AND
SWEET NEW LIFE,
WHILE MOM
AND DAD
PROTECT THEM
FROM THE
HARSH AND BAD,
SO ON THE DAY
WHEN THIS
BIG STORM
IS OVER AND
FORGOTTEN,
THERE WILL BE
A BRAND NEW
WAY
TO SAVE THE
EARTH,
AND IT WILL COME
FROM THESE NEW
BIRTHS,
TAKE MY
WORD
WE WILL SEE
THEM SENDING
LOVE AND
EMPATHY,
AND SO FOR
JUST A NOTE
TODAY,
THERE WILL
BE A BETTER WAY,
TAKE THIS TRULY
WITH LOVE
FROM ME:
BE YOUR BEST
AND WAIT
AND SEE!

©JW WINSLOW 4/1/2020


SHE FLEW AWAY
TO SEEK
THE GODDESS
ALTHOUGH
SHE IS ONE
HERSELF:
HOPING TO ARRANGE
A GIFT
TO BOOST HER
MENTAL HEALTH,

BY RECONNECTING
A SPIRIT BOND
WITH
EGYPT’S FAMOUS
GODDESS WAND
FIRST DONE
SO LONG AGO,
FOR NOW
IT SEEMED THE
BLESSED THING
SEEKING FUTURES
ALL AGLOW,
AND THEN
SHE TOOK
THE OVERTIME
AND TURNED IT
INTO TRAVEL TIME
FOLLOWING A HUNCH
THAT LANDED IN
HER BUSY MIND:
NOW WAS TIME
TO JUST UNWIND,
SET ASIDE THE
CARES OF LIFE
THE RENT, THE
DETAILS
THE FROZEN
PAST OF
SPINNING WHEELS,
FOR SEKHMET
CAME SOARING
BACK
ALONG THE
SHAKY MEMORY
TRACK,
WHEN MEN WERE
TOPS
AND LOVERS
PLOPPED AWAY,
MOANING
GROANING
EVERY DAY,
IN THE MIDST
OF CASUALTY
CAME A FIREY
VOICE,
A VISION OF
THE INNOCENCE
A REPLAY OF
HER CHOICE,
AND NOW I
LOOK AT POETRY
AND LINES OF
EGYPT’S CHIVELRY,
BLENDED BY
THE HANDS OF WOMEN
BENT UPON
A SOURCE OF LIGHT,
TO HELP YOU MAKE
IT
THROUGH THE NIGHT
THE FIGHT OF REFUGE
THE END OF TEARS
WASTED MOMENTS
FUTILE FEARS,

FOR ALL OF THIS
IS DEEP WITHIN
THE PASSION OF
THE SOULS
OF WOMEN
REACHING
OUT
TO SEEK THEIR
PRECIOUS
SECRET GOALS,
AS I RECALL
AT FIRST GLANCE
THE BEAUTY OF MY
FRIEND,
WONDERING JUST
WHO SHE WAS
AND WHERE IT
ALL WOULD END,
SHE SEEMED SO
GENTLE AND
QUIETLY BOLD
AND NOW I KNOW
AT BEST,
SHE TRIPS ALONG
THE ROAD OF LIFE
SEEKING PATHS
OF REST,
A WOMAN’S LIFE
HAS CHANGED A LOT
FROM TIMES WHEN
WE UNTIED
THE KNOT,
DOORS HAVE
OPENED
LIFE HAS MOVED
INTO PATHS
OF BRILLIANT
GROOVES,
THE FREEDOM
OF THE FEMALE
HAS JUMPED RIGHT
OFF THE HEAVY
SCALE
INTO TIMES
WHERE
WE MAY CHOOSE
AND TAKE A
CHANCE
TO WIN OR LOSE,
AND I AM
WONDERING
WHAT WILL BE
WHEN MY
DEAR FRIEND
COMES
HOME TO ME:
SIT RIGHT DOWN
AND WE WILL SEE!

©JW WINSLOW 3/1/2020

Christine Winge

Christine Winge
Executive Director of Access Media Productions
+ Special Surprise Guest!
Happy Valentine’s Day


LIKE A SHADOW
OF POPPA
OR MAYBE
MY MOM,
THE PAGES
RELEASE
A CERTAIN
TINGE OF
SORROW
MIXED IN
WITH THE
BRILLIANT
BUDS
AND FLOWERS,
THE SPACIOUS
TREES
AND TINY BULBS
OFFERED UP
IN A BOOK
FULL OF
THE GREEN
THUMB
DREAMS,
ARRIVING
IN THE MAIL
WITH A
SERIOUS
IMPORTANT
REQUEST:
PLEASE
LOOK
AND SEE
AND
CAPTURE ME,
FOR SPRING
IS TWISTING
THE LEDGE
OF SUSPENSION,
BEHIND MANY
SCENES
POPPING
UP DURING
THE NIGHT,
ARISING TO
OPEN
THE NEXT DAY,
ONE NEVER
KNOWS
THE EXPERTS
WILL SAY,
SO COZY
UP IN BED
OR A BIG
CHAIR
INSTEAD
AND FLIP
THROUGH
THE PAGES
OF BLOOMING
MIXED STAGES,
COLORS
MADE FROM
ORANGE
TO BLUE
FROM RED
ON CUE,
SOME WITH
LEAVES
CURLED ABOUT
AND MANY
STALKS
STANDING
HIGH,
JUST ENOUGH
TO REACH
THE SKY,
(AT LEAST,
YOUR EYE),

THE DREAMS
OF A VERDANT
AND FERTILE
PLACE
TO REST
YOUR HEAD,
LAY ABOUT
AND DREAM
INSTEAD,
THE GARDEN
HAS A SPECIAL
WAY OF
COMFORTING,
SCENTS OF
BRILLIANT SPICE
OR SUBTLE
ORIENT,
NO DIFFERENCE
IN THE
SWEET ENJOYMENT,
YOU WILL
LONG TO
TOUCH
THESE SAMPLES,
AND THAT’S
WHAT THEY
HOPE,
THE FOLKS
WHO REMIND
US TO CUT,
DIG AND POKE,
KNOWING AT
LEAST
ONE OR TWO
TINY BEASTS
WILL COME
INTO THE HEART,
IT’S ONLY
A PART OF
HUMAN
NATURE,
LIKE THE
CAVE MEN
BEFORE US
AND THE
SPACE SHIPS
BEYOND,
THERE
ALWAYS WILL
BE THE
GREENS,
THE BUDS
AND LEAVES,
THE WAVING
TREES,
THE AIR
SO BLESSED
WITH THE SCENT
OF GOD,
LINGERING
THERE
AMONGST
THE
PAMPAS GRASS
AND APPLE
TREES,
HE LIVES AND
WATCHES
US WITH
EASE,
AND SENDS
THE FLOWERS
TO MAKE
YOU SNEEZE,
NEAR AND
FAR…
SO THERE
YOU ARE!

©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2020


HOW COULD IT
BE
AT THIS TIME
OF THE YEAR,
THE TINY WHITE
BLOSSOMS
SO FRAGRANT
AND DEAR,
THEY CAME
FROM THE
GARDEN
FRESH
PICKED JUST
NOW,
A SWEET
NEW DISCOVERY
JUST WONDERING
HOW
TO SHOW ITS
PURE LIGHT
HAVING BLOOMED
IN THE NIGHT
A BIG SURPRISE
AND A SIGHT
FOR SORE EYES,
THOSE THAT
HAVE SURVIVIED
THE HARD RAIN
AND ALL THE
PAIN
OF A CRUMMY
WET FALL,
NOT VERY
MUCH
FUN
AT ALL,
AND A BIT
SCARY TOO
THIS CLOUDY
GRAY ZOO
MELTING INTO
THE SUN,
PLENTY OF
TIMES TO
PROVE THE
SUBLIME,
AND ALLOW
A FRESH BREATH
OF AIR,
AND SO IT
ARRIVED
THIS TINY
BOUQUET
GIVEN IN LOVE
AND A
CARING
SWEET WAY,
JUST WHAT
I NEEDED
ON THAT
GLOOMY
DARK DAY:
A TINY
BLUE VASE
THE COLOR
OF CLOUDS
MIXED IN
WITH SKY,
HELD IN THE
HAND
OF MY FAVORITE
GUY,
HE FOUND IT
HIDING
SO CLOSE
TO THE SKY,
WAITING BENEATH
ALL THOSE
LEAVES,
WITH A SCENT
LIKE THE
HEAVENS
SO FRESH
AND COMPLETE,
NOTHING LIKE
PUDDLES
AND COLD
OLD
BARE FEET,

AND TO MY
SURPRISE
HE
HANDED IT
OVER,
SMILING IN JEST
ROLLING IN
CLOVER,
KNOWING THAT
I WAS JUST
SO MUCH IN NEED
OF A WONDERFUL
GIFT
ON THE FIRST
MORNING SHIFT,
I’LL COP TO
A YEAR
THAT HAS
BEEN RAMPANT
WITH FEAR,
AND FRUSTRATED
MINUTES
WITHOUT
ANY LIMITS,
SO JUST WHEN
I CLIMB
BACK ON MY FEET
CONVINCED THAT
THE WORLD
STILL CAN
BE A TREAT,
HERE COMES
ANOTHER
RATHER
BAD SLAM,
ROLLING THE
DICE
AND PAYING THE PRICE,
BUT SOMEWHERE
OUT THERE
A VOICE FROM
THE SKY
HAS GATHERED
THE WISDOM
AND OPENED
MY EYES:
WATCH FOR
THE LITTLE
THINGS
COMING YOUR
WAY,
CELEBRATE LIVING
ALIVE
ONE MORE DAY,
LAUGH ‘TILL
YOU CRY
AND OPEN
YOUR EYES
TO THE PLETHORA
OF DREAMS
(FOR LIFE IS
NOT ALWAYS
AS BAD
AS IT SEEMS)
WATCH FOR YOUR
JASMINE
WHENEVER
IT COMES
AND THANK
GOD FOR
HEAVENLY
WONDERFUL
DRUMS,
WALK THROUGH
THE DOOR
AND INTO THE
LIGHT,
A BRIGHT DAY
BEGINS
WITH A
NEW CHANCE
TO WIN!

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/2020


HE WAS THE APPLE
OF HER EYE,
EVERYONE KNOWS
THE LOVE AND CARE
THAT WENT INTO
HIS BIGGEST FAN’S
HEART,
NOT THAT SHE
DIDN’T LOVE
AND CARE FOR
THE OTHER FOUR,
HAVING FIVE KIDS
ALONG WITH
QUITE A LIVELY
AND WILD LIFE
SELLING CARS
AND SWITCHING
HOUSES,
MOVING INTO
THE GREAT BEACH
HOOD
THAT SPEAKS
OF MONTEREY
IN A HISTORIC
WAY,
WHAT CAN YOU
SAY
TODAY
ABOUT A WOMAN
WHO HAD THE
COURAGE TO
BREAK RULES
AND GENTLY
SCHOOLED
THE TRIBE
WHO BECAME
QUITE A GROUP,
THE TROUP
THAT FINISHED UP
WITH HER
LITTLE GUITAR
GENIUS,
THE ONE WHO
STAYED HOME
ALONE AND
PRACTICED,
WHILE HIS
MOM DID HER
THING
AND KEPT THEM
IN STRINGS
AND CASES
WORKING ALL
THE PLACES
IT TOOK
TO BECOME
HIS BIGGEST
TRUE FATE,
AND TODAY
THEY
WILL CELEBRATE
THE LIFE OF
THE DYLAN
ENCORE
SCORE OF
LIFE,
GATHERING
TO THE GARDEN
WITH EARS
OPEN TO
THE TUNES OF
ALL THOSE VISITORS
HONORING A
FAMILY OF CRAZY
TALENTED MEN,
WITH ONE
FAB WOMAN
IN THE BROOD

THEY WILL EAT
AND DRINK
AND TOAST
A LADY WHO
TAUGHT THEM
HOW TO FIGHT
FAIR
AND SHOW THAT
YOU CARE
WITHIN A CIRCLE
OF LOYALTY
AND TALENT,
WHAT AMAZING
GIFTS SHE
GAVE,
SO KNOW,
DEAR DOROTHY,
THAT YOU TOO
HAVE THE RED
SLIPPERS THAT
MADE YOU FAMOUS
IN YOUR OWN WAY,
IT WAS MY
PLEASURE TO
SHARE IN THE DELIVERY
OF ROSES TO YOUR
TROUBADOR,
SECRETLY SURPRISING
HIM IN A STRANGE TOWN,
NOTHING LIKE
MONTEREY,
BUT HE IS A MAN
OF THE WORLD NOW,
AND YOU ARE
AN ANGEL,
WATCING US
ALL TODAY
AS WE LIVE IN
THE RHYTHM OF
LOVE AND ADVENTURE,
YOUR LESSON TO
US IS TO BE FAIR
AND DETERMINED,
NEVER GIVE UP
AND MOST OF ALL
GIVE EVERY HUG
POSSIBLE,
WE SMILE
AND SALUTE
THE STORY
THE GLORY
OF YOUR LIFE,
ROCK ON!

©JW WINSLOW 12/1/19


I’D HEARD
ABOUT
THE GREEN
SCREEN,
THE HOTEST
TOPIC
OF THE MOVIE
QUEENS,
THE BEST OF
SCIENCE
IN THE ARTS
AND TELEVISION
AND MOTOR
CARTS,
IT’S SOMETHING
LIKE A MAGIC
TOUCH
BUT PAINTED
ON THE WALL,
OR MAYBE
JUST
A CURTAIN
ROD
HOLDING
THE
GREEN
FABRIC,
SLIDING
AROUND
TO CUT
AND BOUND
AND CHANGE
THE VISUAL
MAGIC,
FOR
ANYTHING
YOU PUT
ON THERE
LANDS
FIRST
FROM THE
CAMERA,
AND ALL
YOU DO
IS SWOON
AND WOO,
IN FAULTY
LITTLE
STAMMERS,
ITS DOESN’T
MATTER
HOW IT COMES
WHAT COUNTS
ARE THE RESULTS,
AND THERE
YOU ARE
A SHINING STAR
AMONGST
THE COOLEST
CULTS,

TODAY I TOOK
THE VESSEL IN,
A SHOT FROM
NEW YORK CITY
TAKEN BY
A MASTERFUL
MAN
WITH TALENT
AND GREAT PITY,
HE SHOOTS
THE POOR,
HE SHOOTS
THE RICH,
HE SHOOTS
THE FANCY
MANHATTEN
BITCH,
AND SLIDES
BEHIND THE
FINE
HIGH LINE
TO CATCH
A SIMPLE
TWITCH,
AND SO
TODAY
I WENT TO
PLAY
AND TRY
OUT MY
NEW SET,
THE TV GEAR
WAS REALLY
CLEAR
AND WE
HAD QUITE
A BET,
WRANGLING
LIGHTS
AND WICKER
CHAIRS,
LAUGHING
AT THE SILLY
STARES
OF PEOPLE
WALKING THROUGH,
FOR TELEVISION
IS JUST
DECISION
CAST FROM LIVING
CAMERAS,
YOU SMILE
YOU TALK
YOU DO
THE WALK,
AND LAUGH
ALONG
THE WAY,
WAITING
FOR THE
GREAT REWARD,
THE CUTTING
SWORD
OF MAGIC,
I FIND MY
LOVE
IN THE
MONITOR
SAYING
BACK TO YOU,
COME AND
WATCH ME
SHINE MY
LIGHT,
FOR AN
HOUR
OR TWO!

©JW WINSLOW 11/1/19


IT CAME AS A SHOCK
WHEN UPON
MY MORNING
WALK
AROUND THE YARD
AND ALL THE FOLIAGE
I FOUND A SIGHT
THAT GAVE ME
SHIVERS,
AND ALL THE
RIVERS OF
ANGRY EMOTION
COMING FROM
THE SLASH
AND BURN
THE SHAMEFUL
RETURN
OF BRANCHES
AND PIECES
OF TREES
AND SHRUBS
STREWN
ASKEW
AMONGST
THE HUBS
AND LOVELY
CORNERS
OF GREEN
AND FLOWERS
MY WONDERFUL
YARD
OF FRAGRANCE
AND BOWERS,
SOMEONE AWFUL
HAD BEEN
CUTTING AND
RUTTING
SCREAMING
FROM THE MOTORIZED
HELL
HE HELD
IN HIS HANDS
AS THE BRANCHES
FELL,
I HEARD THE
COMMOTION
THE DAYS
BEFORE,
AND FOUND IT
AT ONCE
AS A THING
TO DEPLORE,
THE MAN
NEXT DOOR
IS NOT ONLY A BORE,
BUT A CREEPY
DESTROYER
AND ALWAYS
A VOYEUR,
SO APPARENTLY
WHEN WE
WERE ALL
OUT OF SIGHT
HE CUT AND
HE SAWED
INTO THE NIGHT
LEAVING MY
SIDE YARD
IN TERRIBLE
SHAPE,
IT LOOKED LIKE
THE HOME OF
A HUGE MEAN
OLD APE,
BESIDES THE DEBRIS
WHICH HE LEFT
BEHIND
THERE WERE BROKEN
SMALL BRANCHES
AND MOUNDS
OF ALL KINDS

AND NOW YOU
COULD SEE
BEYOND MY
PROPERTY
THE CRAPPY
OLD JUNK
AND TRASHY
FUNK BUCKETS
OF DIRTY OLD STUFF
AND BROKEN
WOOD TUCKETS,
I STOMPED
AND I ROMPED
AND I SCREAMED
BLOODY MURDER,
BEFORE THE
IDEA FLOATED
UNDER THE CURB,
WHAT CAN I DO
TO MAKE A DISPLAY
SOMETHING TO
DISPEL
AND WIPE OUT
THAT DAY,
IT WAS THEN
THAT THE
BRAINSTORM
OCCURRED
AND I WENT ON
SEARCHING
WITHOUT JUST
A WORD,
I FOUND MY ROUND
PAINTINGS
AND HANGINGS
FROM MEXICO,
GIFTS FROM
AFAR
STORED IN
A LEXICON,
READY AND
WAITING TO
BLOCK ALL THE
GRIEF,
I JUMPED
AND I SHOUTED
IN JOYFUL RELIEF,
SO NOW I CAN
SAY WITH A
VOICE FULL OF
LOVE
THAT I’VE DONE MY
DESIGNING
WITH A JOY
FROM ABOVE,
I HUNG UP THE ART
AND THE FUNNY
SMART
FROGGIES
WITH FACES
THAT BLOCKED
OUT DISGRACES,
WE STOOD AND
LOOKED
AS THE POP UP
WAS FINISHED,
AND MY BEAUTIFUL
DREAM WAS
NOW UNDIMINISHED,
AND NOW EVERY
MORNING
WHEN DOING MY
WALK
I LAUGH AND
I SPEAK
WITH THE
POETIC TALK,
AND THUMB MY
NOSE
AT THAT CREEPY
OLD GRUMP
WHO LIVES IN
THE ATTIC
AND LOOKS
LIKE A STUMP,
NOW I CAN SHOW
YOU
HOW ART CAN
ACHIEVE
ALL THE FINE
WONDERS
AND MAKE
YOU BELIEVE
THAT DREAMS
WILL COME TRUE,
IT CAN HAPPEN
TO YOU!

©JW WINSLOW 10/1/19


IT ENDED FAST
ONCE IT BEGAN
THEY TOLD US
ONE DAY
AND THEN
THEY RAN,
STRIKING SETS
AND TAKING
BETS
ABOUT THE
NEW FACILITY,
AND ALSO
THE ABILITY
TO GET THIS DONE
ON THE RUN,
NO WORRIES,
IT’S A DEAL,
AND SO WE
LEFT
WITHOUT REGRETS
PACKING ALL
THE GOODS,
MY SET WAS
SWEETLY
IN A BOX,
LEAVING
BEHIND
ONLY THE BLIND
AND RATTY
OLD STUFF,
IT WASN’T
REALLY ART
TO BEGIN,
THE ESTIMATE
FOR TIME
AND BETS
WAS ALWAYS
KIND OF MURKY,
WITH WHISPERED
RUMORS
OF MAY
OR JUNE
OR MAYBE
EVEN BEFORE,
I PROMPTLY
SAT DOWN
AND STARTED
TO WRITE
THE NEXT BIG
NOVEL
WITH A
HEAVY
BITE,
AND DIDN’T MISS
TV ONE BIT,
(OF COURSE
THE ENCORES
SCORED A HIT)
AND TIME BEGAN
TO FLY,
SUMMER CAME
AND SCHOOL
WAS OUT,
THE BIG GOLF
DEAL REALLY
DID SELL OUT,
AND ON AND ON
WENT HISTORY,
BUT WHAT HAD
BECOME OF THE
BIG TV…

WE ALL BEGAN
TO GET SORT
OF ANSY,
AND POKED AROUND
THE DOORS,
FOR THEY HAD TOLD
US WHERE IT WAS,
JUST REALLY
NOTHING MORE,
DAYS AND MONTHS
FOG AND HUNTS
TIME FLEW BY
WITH SECRET
PEEKS INSIDE,
I WENT AHEAD
AND TOOK A LOOK
BUT IT WAS DARK
INSTEAD,
FINALLY THE
HINTS BEGAN,
AND I TOOK
COOKIES TO
THE MAN,
MY FAVORITE GUY
WHO CAME OUTSIDE
WITH A BIG OLD ROLLER
AND WHITE PAINT
HIDE,
BUT NOW AT LAST
THEY HAVE
REVERED,
THE COVERED WINDOWS
DISAPPEARED,
THE PLACE BEGAN
TO SHINE, AND
YESTERDAY
I WENT TO PAY
A VISIT TO MY LIFE,
THE NEWEST PLACE
WHERE I WILL RACE
AGAINST THE CLOCK
AND TIME,
SO SURE ENOUGH
IT’S ALMOST DONE
THE DAY WILL COME
FOR US TO RUN
AND BOOK UP
ALL THOSE GUESTS,
SIT IN FRONT OF
THE BIG GREEN BUNT
WITH MAMA’S CHAIRS
AND KIRBY’S TABLE,
FANCY GLASS ART
AND A SCULPTURE
STABLE,
WITH LIGHTS
AND ACTION
WE WILL START
AND BLOW THE
TOP OFF OF MY
HEART,
I LOVE MY JOB,
MY GUESTS REVILE,
THEY NEVER START
WITHOUT A SMILE,
AND VERY SOON
YOU’LL SHARE
MY CAMERA
AND BITS OF PIECES
AND NEW RELEASES,
SO PLEASE STAY TUNED,
WE’LL BE WELL GROOMED,
WITH A BIG
SURPRISE
BEFORE YOUR EYES…
WELCOME TO WINSLOWART,
YOU TART!

©JW WINSLOW 9/1/19


IN THE QUIET
PALE OF DAWN
THE HARVEST MOON
IS PAST
(AT LAST)
AND I AM
LOOKING EAST,
IN SEARCH OF THE
MEANING,
THE WAY I AM
LEANING
IN TOWARD THE LIGHT
THE TRAIL OF
THE LOST CHORD
A MEMORY SWORD
SLICING THROUGH
THE CONSCIOUSNESS
WITH LOVING
LIGHT
AND EMPTYNESS,
THE WORDS
AND RHYMES
THE BLESSED TIMES
THAT SPARK
MY SEARCHING
SOUL
ARE REACHING
OUT
TO FIND A SONG
THAT ONCE
REGAINED
CONTROL,
THE MASTER MAN
WITH PEN
IN HAND
WOULD GRAB
THE RING
AND PLAY
AND SING
ABOUT HIS PATH
TO SIMPLICITY
AVOIDING ALL
ETHNISCITY,
AND WHEN HE
TOUCHED MY
HEART,
I HEARD THE
DRUMS BEAT
MAKING LIFE
A BREAK SO
COMPLETE,
ONE THAT
STAYED INSIDE
TO SMILE AND HIDE,
AND ALL THESE
YEARS
THROUGH JOY
AND TEARS,
THE SEARCH
HID IN MY SOUL,

WAITING THERE
FOR TIME
TO SHARE
BUT OFTEN
OUT OF REACH,
I’D HEAR A TUNE
OR LYRIC SWOON
THAT SLIPPED
AWAY
BEFORE THE DAY
WHEN LOVE WOULD
PLAY A ROLE
OH SO SWEET:
MY MUSIC MAN
AND STEADFAST
FAN
STEPPED IN
TO PLAY THE TREAT,
HE RECOGNIZED
THE BITS AND
PIECES
THE PUZZLE
IN MY BRAIN,
HE KNEW THE
SOURCE
AND FOUND
A COURSE
TO OPEN UP
THE DOOR,
AND THERE IT WAS
THAT TROUBADOR
WHO ONCE
GAVE ME A THRILL
COMING BACK
AND RIGHT
ON TRACK,
I PUSHED THE
BUTTON PLAY,
AND LISTENED
TO THE MEMORY
THAT CAME ABOUT
THAT DAY,
FOR HE HAD BEEN
AT ODDS AND ENDS
JUST LIKE ME
BACK IN HISTORY,
WAITING FOR
A BRILLIANT
SUN:
A MESSAGE THAT
HAD JUST
BEGUN,
THE PUREST
LOVE
THE BRIGHTEST
LIGHT
THE TIME TO
CARE
AND WORK
AND SHARE,
HE RODE
THE BEAST
AND FOUND
MY SOUL,
RISING HIGH,
LOOKING EAST!

©JW WINSLOW 8/1/19