Letter to KokopelliKokopelli, mythic flutist
Does any of today's music
Hold up to your criteria?
Are modern composers worthy
Of the best praise one can recieve
Or of the most brutal disdain?
What modern songs do you enjoy?
How many infuriate you
With their pedestrian rhythms
And lack of creative lyrics?
Or are there songs I have not heard
That you whole-heartedly adore?
Do the songs of America
Sound to you, as they do to me,
To be dipping in quality?
Are you open-minded enough
To accept music's direction
As it is, forever an art?
The Two StreamsDrifting down between the riverside trees
Early afternoon sunlight kisses you
As your raft glides over the clear water
Your focus is held by the horizon
In the distance, a split in the river
Presents itself, and you must make a choice,
Similar to one Robert Frost once faced
And like him, you stand in uncertainty
The one stream appears in a wilder form
Verdure bulging over it unrestrained
Keeping the sunshine from touching water
As if it welcomes neither man nor beast
It offers danger... and adventure too.
The other stream seems safer to explore
The plants on either side yield evidence
Of passage made by creatures unharassed
What great temptation security is
And what mind-numbing boredom it provides
Tension builds as need for decision comes
Emotion overwhelms your perceptions
And you choose by impulse over reason
Moments after resolution was made
You are already regretting your choice
Yet the depths of your mind cry out to see
The benefits beyond the detriments