Containers and JarsA Poem by Dave "Doc" RogersSpoken word poem for Tania Cordobs and her Cuban music series of the same name.
Containers and Jars
by Dave Doc Rogers 20091206 A rhythm beats across wood and hide Strumming guitars ride the tempo Notes picked on steel strings Words hang in the air just a moment As paint is swirled on blank canvas Hand in hand, hips sway, and feet tap A mood takes them away Watchful eyes capture the scene As conversations quieten To store up this life's event All we are, containers and jars Storing up moments of life Shared at a future time With family and friends Or a quiet reflection of then The events of life make one full Conversations held in remembrance Eyes stare distantly replaying the scene Away in a mood relived Feet tap, hand in hand, hips sway A painted canvas on a wall Electronic replay, a voice sings still Crisp and clear, stringed notes are picked Strumming guitars stirring the soul Soft skinned beats play out their rhythm All we are, containers and jars Stored up moments of life Shared at a future time With family and friends Or in quiet reflection of then - For my friend, Tania Cordobs © 2009 Dave "Doc" RogersAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on December 6, 2009 AuthorDave "Doc" RogersMontgomery, ALAboutArtist • Author • Poet • Preacher • Creative • I am a thinker, ponderer, assayer of thoughts. I have had a penchant for writing since childhood. I prefer "Doc" as an hommag.. more..Writing
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