“Know Notes Aloud” – Poem By: Heather Whitley Gibson

Maybe or not
nothing, keyed
but a breath taken
anchored to create
seatbelts denied
smoked grass, poured gas
rear view backseat driven ride

base guitar, black bass
four strings uncooked and cast
re-keyed, the tiger swam at last
by darned maps, medicine token chips
drumsticks feather fields
wild deer ticks
running lights and a pedal
steel guitar lick

beautiful chess boards fell
soon pieces meet neatly with love
playing muttered muddy water songs
a music sees the ebony cartel
dances become plays, plays become dances
with the turning of an all-an wrench

blues crowds faded, creeks begin croaking
fenced, the dazed and hoaxed
despair dated, the fretboard floating,
blanched, the neck bowed, straightened on rosewood, coaxed
tuning proclaims know notes aloud

wolves blinked, eyes break opened
bluer than Utah’s salt lake
a world understood, stood understood, vinyl swill
sweat pouring, pouring piano rained
water pelting like bullets kill
tickled ivory keys looking arranged
pictures hang, stretched on buffalo skin
promised like lines in pools
a dive so deep, one polish kiss
pride changed the rules

the sun re-aligned, flared and poached
winning waves, cymbals snare, United States lease
high hats, and luminous dates, a golden roach
guns lifted, one marching marshal, swollen peace
a market place, large fruit, toppling mantel
money tucked in the wallet of time, nothing urned
bongos banged, fired by candles, the war burned
c clef that says know notes aloud

a flight ticketed, flirting contained
a baby’s hand print due, a tailored garden, a reading road
calender’s re-printed, a press word key, labor day cue
weekend goodbyes, memories sent abroad-sustained
a foreclosed site, autumn maple ray, paved, slowed
grass marquee played, the bees harbored, john deer shooed
from a to z, uncharted paper bundled and tide
laminated, cut, pasted, then path-ed
highway ridden, Kentucky skinned and Louisiana lathed

one new fishing rod, pinned, our fate, basted word press
our black grandmother’s address
Gerry Mannered, us again split in two
walking in silver, slandered, shoes
crooked tap, again at the cape
four track-trading tape
a clapping preamble
a horn’s blow, geese honk
the majority whip
tambourine trembles
are unheard, redress
we are the singers
the siren
know notes aloud


One comment on ““Know Notes Aloud” – Poem By: Heather Whitley Gibson

  1. granbee says:

    “sun re-aligned, flared and poached”–this is the central part of the message for me,Heather. Our perceptions of this trip formed by knowing notes aloud!


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