The ever-bratty babe,
young kid-sister, Summer,
howled and stamped her feet,
furiously and red-cheeked,
at the scalding indignity
of Autumn’s timely arrival,
finally and carried lightly
by such a soothing breeze. Continue reading “Bedtime for the Babe”
Here’s a neat sequence for the “Peace” music. It’s challenging, so I’ll have to practice a bit before singing over it. I really like it.
© CG Tenpenny, 2022.
The sun warms our cheeks
and the trees bend to the breeze.
Old sun warms our cheeks
…peace in the light. Continue reading “Peace in the Light”
Her whispered love
is like dynamite. Continue reading “Broken Black Light”
Here’s an early version of the companion song for the poem. It’s not perfect, but perfection should not be the goal. I like the play-through, so I’m sharing! Continue reading “Original Song – The Good Captain”
He hammered rivets
into the hull
of the ol’
Edmund Fitzgerald. Continue reading “The Good Captain”
Begin your life,
bundles and sheafs,
thumbtacks and tape,
carefully leave
each picture, placed,
level, straight, spaced,
accordingly. Continue reading “Pits and Canyons”
When mother rang
the winter bell,
at the end of Sun’s rise,
we fell upon the feast
she made, and felt
the chill in our bones. Continue reading “Mother Rang”
In her eyes,
green hills roll,
woodsmoke-tinge
grays the edge,
reminding
lonesome hearts
of wood stoves,
wool blankets,
and stillness. Continue reading “Woodsmoke”
I feel so heavy,
like stone or lead. Continue reading “Like Stone”
Push back the brambles,
and onward I ramble
to a place where I might
grow, whole and new. Continue reading “Whole and New”
I am
soon to become
an old Fey
of the woods, Continue reading “Mark Me”