Tracy Chapman

 

Wisdom whistles in the kettle of your voice

boiling soul overflows from the essence of your tone

the words you choose to call your own-

stolen from the catacombs of my webbing thought

silkened coils spin a net to catch what I love of you

and place it within me

craft a song

hymn the envy

of master wood whittlers

with pen to paper

you carve the sculpture 

deep inside the outer lines

I sit back motionless

listening to fast cars of young freedom

to the sound of revolution

and in my stillness

I’ve never been so moved

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

I was just listening to her last weekend and was thinking how she never fully got the credit she deserved. It seemed once they found out she was gay the music world turned it's back on her. But then again that was in the early 90's and it was still a taboo thought. She is a wonderful singer and song writer. Able express emotion in a purity in her songs. Made for a wonderful read this early cold morning.


Great Job!!!!!!!

[All faded blue]

Beautiful words, written from the heart, and they echo truly. Listening to the fast cars of youth, the sound of revolution, and in my stillness I have never been so moved. Nice lines!

[just is]

This is wonderful.
Such a great dedication I agree.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A wonderful dedication to a very underrated singer songwriter... so nice to see you bring this true artist to life.

[Sarah B.]

this is a very nice poem-Tracy Chapman is cool