by Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels
Raw or refined,
Raging or reclining,
Coiled, uncoiling, recoiled
force and power, taming and untamed , kinetic and potential
constant in final summation
never lost
Eternal borrowed magic
forged once and never destroyed;
only shifting form,
released or recaptured
in new attachments
Transmuting, changing, converting
fields always present
in us, force field, flooding
all life is you, dancing
Whether rolling, roaming, roaring or lulling, tangible proofs
of your occasional intangible presence
we sense the voice singing you
sketching or announcing your passage
either as silent footfalls or thumping poundings
reminding us to be, that we are,
we are beings because of you,
primal mover at the beginning
and still being, celebrating and echoing the command
to be, and you are and remain
being in your bounding, binding,
pounding, driving, falling,
tumbling, stumbling, climbing
the invisible hands drawing the earth’s pull taut,
the rise in slopes, hunger also rising;
rivers rush, stream, and sing your name
and here, we pull together in equal force,
meeting and blending these shifting fields
other disciplines call spirit
but I name simply us;
a measurable magic
weighed in breath
and silent singing of neural nets
taking in and releasing
perfection enacted, beauty embodied
tumbles joyfully to waiting limbs of estuaries,
your torrents delighting, passion swirling
and in the heart pumping blood,
necessary and rhythmic expression of muscle
exalting, exulting, and moving
pure life energy
beating and pushing
the energy of the heart
and this energy can push, also,
the pulse of hate, the politics of rage
the power to heat up, hurt, harm
and strengthen the impulse to heal, help
raw and caged in dams, you exist, taut, waiting
leaving us free, agents with choice
to channel you for good or for bad or for bland
We draw from you the means for
tearing down or building
and weeping as our hands itch for and grasp the former
and you weep in fits at our failure and our fate.
***My co-creator Noel’s voice is in bold–I am italicized. Again, we had so much fun with this when we created it–hope you enjoy reading it. As always, a treat to write with Noel!
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I now dub thee (youz) the new ELO – Electric Life Orators
🙂
(you might have to explain that to the Doc…)
LOL, thanks–I am certain no explanation will be needed–he is pretty good with 70s Brit/Amer music 🙂
good. might have lost something otherwise. hehe
The energy that flows in this poem is from Susan – either hers as a manifestation of her amazing creative energy or indirectly as leveraged energy that came from associating and singing with her!
Oh, no, Noel–I am not going to argue with you over who has the most creative energy–shall I say instead I thoroughly enjoyed the free looping of energy we shared in this joint effort immensely? So, yay to both of us!
Vibrant and bright.
Thank you 🙂
Soprano, Susan
.Bass , Noel.
The fusion ,
the energy
good music to my ears!
Aw, thanks, Patricia! You are very kind!
You two work together really well, very impressed with the output
Thank, Ian–me too! Really like how our voices change when we blend them…