Poems, Music, and Miscellanea.

Composer, baritone, and occasional bad poet.

[embaritone]

Three Tankas

I.

Words spoken aloud,

But softly and delicate

Towards fragile ears.

Intimate whispers fill the

Same, lonely, sleeping spaces.

II.

Branched leaves dip themselves

Into the clear lake, below

Rain clouds and thunder.

There is a pavilion

Sheltering walkers from storms.

III.

The connections here,

In the bright days made up of

Meaningful nothings,

Become warmer and brighter

As more nothing days pass on.

[embaritone]

Haunted

Houses are haunted

By memories left behind;

Families, all ghosts.

Inside the long, dark hallways

Hang hauntings of those long gone.

[embaritone]

My Grief is quiet and lonely.

It bites with no teeth,

Its pain dull but present.

It is there looking for company,

And I am only to happy to oblige.

[embaritone]

I, Nothing

I, Nothing, who takes hold, Am the same you as you. You give me life when you are sunken, When you leave yourself.

I, Nothing, am not out to harm The me that is you that is you. I am a toxin of void, masked as apathy. Feel your way back to you.

[embaritone]

Lying in mute grass Where the breeze above has weight Enough for burials.

[embaritone]

Echoes

Echoes play in air,

Drifting further alongside

Other aging wisps.

Make the most of making more

Whispers playing in the air.

[davvic]

My cat Bishop sits outside my door every morning once she hears the alarm clock go off.

[pandaflavouredcookies]

The morning murps

[embaritone]

In the Morning and Alone

I.

Broken flower petals fell the sky.

The pieces are heavy and unruly.

If they can be moved, it will be done.

If they cannot, it will be attempted.

 II.

Into a burning field walks this mourner,

In the morning and alone.

III.

In memories still and silent live beautiful love.

A souvenir of frozen time keeps grief alive.

 IV.

A shadow from flames of loss hangs about

This lost mausoleum of disenchanted nothings.

 V.

In dreams and weary, rest will come.

For the mourning spirit, rest will come.

For the grieving one, rest will come.

From the comforter, rest will be given.

 Anguish will give way to peace.

[embaritone]

Valley Scenes

Waiting for a Shuttle

Grasses rest outside;

Palms sway amid convenience

While people drive fast.

From a Departing Bus

Palms raised into the blue and clear.

Departing from the scene sits the transient traveler,

Who leaves to where palm leaves are only in memories.

In Illinois

The scent of salted sidewalks in the winter

Takes me home to the coast.

Home to the blaze of the sun for which I was bitter,

But now miss the most.

Salted sidewalks, with your melting snow,

Send me away to my home.

The Beach At Night

It was one in the morning and we took to the beach.

Parked behind the dunes in total darkness,

We stood outside your car and watched the stars.

A magnificent tapestry of light above us

Looked upon us where we could not be seen.

At Night, the Water Looks Like Pavement

Along the street, where the sidewalk watches the Resaca,

This car drives it’s passenger to a Normal city.

At night, under streetlights and at a cruising speed,

The water looks like pavement.

[musictheoryaugmented]

getting accepted to more conferences than you can handle

[embaritone]

Volunteering for more performances than you should during the last semester of your MM.

[composersdoingnormalshit]

Krzysztof Penderecki drinking alone.

[embaritone]

Whatever is done Cannot be changed just because I desire it so.

[musictheoryaugmented]

Cadential extension

[itzhakperlwoman]

me, not being able to compose: it’s fine, I’m more of a performer anyway :)

me, after having a bad performance: it’s fine, I’m really more of a composer :)

me, still not able to compose: it’s… fine. .. :’ )

[bass-flute-official]

What most people think I do when I say I’m a composer:

Most of what I actually do:

[ajazinf]

me composing: 

[musictheoryaugmented]

[Fan Submission] The end of Tosca

“O Scarpia, Avanti a Dio!”

Submitted by Douglas Easterling (University of Cincinnati)

Submissions may be sent to [email protected].