Moonlight folded the letter of day into an evening verse. Clouds tumble out of the way, soon absorbed into a clear sky where crystal stars own the distance. Underfoot, there is a carpet of moisture on the grass, marked by footsteps leading there and away. Evergreens send out a crisp aroma. Dew glitters … More WATER DROPS
I got out the big car, the flashy one where your absorbed into the soul of your seat. We turn on the black roads with no names past road signs peppered with bullet holes and other signs pointing each way to towns and places somewhere to go. The moon plasters a gray canvas like … More THE BIG CAR
Night formed a menace of quiet, an undercurrent of soft movement on familiar paths, where innocence relinquishes to the passion of shadows. A half moon catches out voices sighing, releasing fear under waves of waiting shorelines. Hands, graceful necks of swans, the appetite of silence, holds fast the embrace of desire, while creating … More HOLDING FAST
Night pushed in. Cool air brushed over me. Crickets start. Clouds look cold. Shadows fade. Porch lights start. Empty swings. Windows close. A cat sits by the door. A few leaves fall. Toys in the yard. The last slivers of dusk. A screen door closes. Laundry on the line. Baseball on the radio. A distant … More LIGHTS OUT
The rumble Of jazz Rattles the air Like crazy cats Scratching Garbage can tops As the band Lifts from down Pulling the shades Bold and tight While raising The sound High and loud Beating out Fast and catchy Winds Whipping up A storm Of sweaty souls Dropping the rain Of dance Onto … More GARBAGE CAN TOPS
Evenings doors begin their closings. A cellophane sun recedes to a round horizon Where a faint filtering of clouds becomes invisible as night raises the flag of darkness. The burden of evening, being alone or without, Welcomes the spirit of fear or doubt Or suspicion of sounds. But with God, the author of life and … More A HANDFULL OF PSALMS
A day fills the pages for night dreams. Songs settle into wide branches while lovers speak in whisper language. Night is blind to evil. The land is filled with stiff gray images. A jagged twisting wind circles over smooth faces. Silence holds the greatest of weight under an early sliver of moon. Dreams open the … More FOREVER GONE
Ocean waves dissolve on the shoreline. Diamond reflections spread cover rock and sand. The waves are creative voices, a language transported, respecting time, the land and mysteries untold. The voices are soft, welcoming and sincere. Often we listen but fail to hear the message, the answers the recipes of common sense.
I am downwind from the crossroads, adrift on the offside a thought. I hear the language of midnight calling where there is no second choice. A vine of clouds snake twist over a blue gray sky. Rain is far off, though moving closer within the halves of minutes. Here at a back stairway any door … More THE NEXT CORNER
A blue grey smoky air rolls over faces while voices speak in a hush as the band breathes between songs. Exhausted heels and tired ties melt into chairs without music; uncomfortable, they wait with anxious fingers tapping and shoes looking for space. Slivered clear ice rattles like chains in glasses of promise, as a captured … More BETWEEN SONGS
Roger Singer 