CAN YOU REALLY STEAL TIME?

Rubato is not the only approach in music, stealing a bit of a beat from one note to give it to the next. Fermato – the bird’s eye – stops the count altogether, however briefly.

As if time in daily life is all that mechanical. Some days, after all, after longer than others. Or some minutes seem to go on forever, unlike others that leave us breathless.

Now, back to that matter of Rubato

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Poetry
Rubato

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CREEPING THYME, SHE JUST SAID

Steal away, steal away home, as the spiritual sings. That’s the essence of Rubato, poems in the chords of life on my way to here.

There’s much blazing in pain and desire, as well as denial and, well, pretense painful to relive. But it’s true to the path, all the same.

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WORKING THE ODD HOURS OF EMPLOYMENT

Have you ever worked the night shift? Or weekends? Or holidays? Or even the very early morning?

Oh, if you ask, “Which night shift – the one till midnight or the one that begins then?” – more compactly expressed as second or third shift – you already understand.

These experiences infuse the poems of my Night Owls & Early Birds collection. It’s a world apart from the conventional work world that has nights and weekends and holidays free.

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Night Owls 1

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OF THOSE EMPLOYED THE OTHER HOURS

Sometimes Night Owls & Early Birds show up on the same shift. Not everyone, after all, works the standard 9-to-5 weekday.

Police, firefighters, hospital nurses and doctors, paramedics, retailers and restaurant staff, truckers, airline personnel, railroad crews, actors and musicians – the list continues.

As I newspaper editor working nights and weekends, I could spot them all, even when they seemed to be playing hooky in midday.

These poems arise in that awareness.

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