a first draft of poem for Orphée

I will dream I will dream
I will dream I will dream
I will dream I will dream
I will dream I will dream

read it aloud
read it aloud
read it aloud
read it aloud

I will dream I have dreamed
I will dream I have dreamt
I will dream I have dreamed
I will dream I have dreamt

Reed it aloud
Red it aloud
Reed it aloud
Red it aloud

Say it aloud
Say it out loud
Say it aloud
Say it out loud

Reed it Red it Dream it Dreamt it
Read it Read it Dream it Dream’t
Dream it Dream’t
Reed Re’d
Out loud
All ‘oud
Aloud
All out

Dream it Loud it All loud Allow
Dream it Out it Allow loud it
Dream it seem it sound it say it
I dream I dreamed I say I dreamt I said I reed I red I sed
a stream of breath blown across the reed, a tone, a hue I dreamed of dew
fracturing light from dawn’s golden touch, sprayed and splayed in sheets
of told transmissions, received by dreaming listeners, colors, singers
Out loud.

the Text stands for itself it stands alone out loud allow it to stand as freestanding text alone

21 May MMXVII
©2017 Stuart Dummit

From the Community Band Concert

Sure, the band was interesting, and they were pretty darn good, too, but it was the people who made it truly a sight to remember. Humanity at rest on display.

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Photos from Whitegate Villas Neighborhood Concert featuring the After Hours Community Band on June 28, 2016 in O’Fallon, Missouri.

photographs ©2016 Stuart Dummit

words that consider music and soup

Poetry need not be long
Nor over produced,
Though neither makes it bad.
Thick and saucy
With many flavors
Fills you up and
Takes time to digest.
Yet, a thin,
Light broth,
With just a few,
Selected notes,
And a little salt,
Like a simple melody
With a harmonized verse and
A culminating cadence,
Is sometimes perfectly satisfying.

Stuart Dummit                   17 January, 2016

©2016 Stuart Dummit