Thursday, April 18, 2024

Leaping Fires

A painted picture

Sits by the door

Waiting quietly

For a new home

Memories captured

A lonely tune

Where minds do wander

Seeking a use

Could it be something that she needs

Could it be something that she wants

Could it be something unknown

That fuels her dialogue

Could it be distant loneliness

Could it be internal desire

Racing through darkened woods

Feeding leaping fires

by Bill Ferguson

Coffee Houses

Serenading maidens

Populating coffee houses

Golden voices

Reflecting tender words

Etching pictures

Elegant but often true

Lost in the moment

Raising questions

That seek not answers

But hint at the truth

Reflecting mindsets

Wrapped in somber songs

The audience breaks out

In their praise

They look ahead

It’s not a phase

Seeing the real you

You have been all along

by Bill Ferguson

Passing Thoughts

Pulling emotions

In conflicting times

A recipe for disaster

A road to confine

Passing thoughts

To sort out

Passing thoughts

To be defined

A lonely process

That is good for the mind

by Bill Ferguson

What I Need

A childhood fantasy

An adult reality

Emotions kept

Deeply in place

Affording neither

Their due space

So much of my life

I can trace

Through illusions

That held the day

A solo pursuit

Is what was dreamed

Feed the growth

Was in all it did read

It’s not ego

It's what was believed

Struggling through the day

It was sent on its way

Songs to pay the rent

Time that was well spent

Reaching for dreams

To see what they meant

Win or lose

It was heaven sent

Living my life this way

Made me stronger everyday

I’ve had to do it my own way

Living my life from day to day

Taking in what I need

I had to become the real me

by Bill Ferguson

Life As…

Life in stereo

Life with no echo

Life as a dream

Beyond my means

Life as symphony

Life with sympathy

Life as a walk

Through Central Park

And when the night comes

I hunker down

With my books and my poetry

Searching the unknown

And when the night comes

I find solace

Lingering carefully

In the silent surrounds

Life as tragedy

Life as summer breeze

Life as being more

Than it does seem

Life as comedy

Life as fulfilling needs

Life as reaching

For what I need

by Bill Ferguson

New York City 1967

Tuning her guitar

With intensity

Her face covered

By her hair

Strumming slowly

In full splendour

As if no one

Was really there

Then she looked up

And smiled a shy smile

Thanking those who listened

With such patience

To her noodling

Inspired to

Get it right

Angelic beauty

Rocked our world

Intensity

Personified

Singing songs

With heartfelt depth

Rapture ensued

Until clapping

Was an afterthought

A moment

That was so

Undefined

And defied

Expectations

Letting the songs

Just who she is

by Bill Ferguson

Where I Went Wrong

Soul strumming

A sense of a new reality

A heady moment

Where voice and words

Reached out

And touched my soul

It came out of nowhere

Such depth

Such radiance

So many emotions

Stirring

Deeply

Captured in time and place

Defining moments

In my life

Captured

In her songs

How did she know

Where I went wrong?

by Bill Ferguson

On Laurel Canyon Road

I see you sitting there

A blade amongst the grass

Gently strumming your guitar

May this moment last

Sharing ideas and building minds

Watching thoughts truly flow

Living a dream to exist

On Laurel Canyon road

You break out in harmony

Blend your voice tempting fate

Invite others to join in

No one will ever be late

Sharing theories and exploring thoughts

Writing a song or two

Friends forever sing along

Creating extra room

And when the morning comes

You pick your way through the mess

Writing inviting poetry

On your way to more success

by Bill Ferguson

So Focused

Taken away by vision

Solo in solitude

Inspired writing

Without distractions

No matter who else

Was in the room

Plucking away at the piano

Noodling on the guitar

Words flowing with decisions

Rewriting by the bar

And in the end

It was clear

When she returned

And sought company

That writing was

Intensely personal

So focused

And ahead

By far

by Bill Ferguson

Never Been Heard

Books and music

Filled her dreams

Playing with words and phrases

Passed her day

Coalescing

Unifying

Creating

With unparalleled beauty

That really was her way

Among her artistic statements

Among her passionate romance

Stands naked a stunning beauty

Ready to take a chance

New thoughts and ideas

New expressions

Lit the way

Testimonials to living

Testimonials to having a say

Come on let’s hear your words

Let's hear your music too

Let’s listen to the sounds of reality

As they have never been heard