Symphony #5, Call of the Whippoorwill


Symphony #5, Call of the Whippoorwill

By Michele Habel-Coffey


A static breeze floats

full of electric charge and knows

what way it longs to go, meandering

Pushing forward

Pushing back

Closed in, it stays

the twisted path


The aged spine of a wise old man

Crooked but true

The windy rivers passing through

skies and waters blue – touching


Wet lips that graze

Pulsing waves

A humid haze

That rises in the heated atmosphere – stirring


For a moment

Clouds form in between

The natural scene


But in the end the wind does know

Just where to go

It follows the river’s energy

Currents


The years have deepened

flowing lines

Now intertwined

Now undertow

Still, they pass through misty mountains

Rushing high

Rushing low


Then at once

Or perhaps at length

The range comes to an end

And the breeze no longer needs

To twist and bend – yearning


I wonder now

When freedom rings

Does the breeze grow wings?


And travel on, outside the lines…

Forever or

For just a time


As a lake comes to gather

And from the river fills

Deep and still

Waiting

for the nighttime call of the whippoorwill


To announce the breeze has yet returned

To meet the water now still and sure


Some days my wondering

Leads me to the lake

Where I sit and watch

For watching’s sake

As the wind pulls the water

Into waves and breaks

White with crested foam


And I know for sure the breeze

Will always come

To tease the lake

For teasing’s sake

Dancing tempest

Prospero’s ache


A moment there

A lifetime gone

All summed up by the sparrow song

Calling its own name

Symphony #5

Michele Habel-Coffey: Wine on the Lips

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Art Credit: leannelanefineart.com


Wine on the Lips

By: Michele Habel-Coffey


I breathe in deeply and hold

Hoping to stave off the aftertaste

Of cheap wine and dying dreams

But the nine dollar red

Is soft on the palate

A delicious bitter-sweet

It leaves no after taste

It bears no acrid smell

Undiscovered

It is yet cheap

I know a treasure when I taste it

Undervalued, underpriced

Underneath me

The world shifts

As the innocent wine envelops me

And sends me off

In a warm blanket of waking dreams

And a smile that arrives

The moments the memories permeate

And bring me back

Wine, you and I

We will see the future bound together

On cheap shelves

Touched by dime-store hands

And we will rise to the occasion

Passing one day around tables

On the lips of giants

Who will smell our vintage

And declare us rare indeed

Epithelial

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Epithelial

by Michele Habel-Coffey

My fingers trace the outlines of my cup…

Lingering circles, damp with coffee

And with dead epithelials- words unspoken

Sloughed off by the heat of the black liquid

Stimulated edges of nerves

Tactile truths

Give way to fresh, soft lips

And caffeinated hope

Fusion by Michele Habel-Coffey

Come forward 


With a force
A blow
Hard to the chest
And permanent
A fracture
A line in the bone
Ever after
You are there
You were there
Energy
A wind blowing through the crevice
The breath in the break


Come forward

Breathe into my lines
And inhale
Taking in the my dust
Calcifying me
Inside of you
Fusion
We are one