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This is a loose collection of writing that is not essay or story or commentary. Some poems may look more like poems than others.

The Drummer in the Band (IV)

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(C) 1993 by Metta Anderson. All Rights Reserved

(C) 1993 by Metta Anderson. All Rights Reserved

Les Belles
(Dedicated to Emily Dickinson and Dorothy
Parker, "Les Belles des Lettres.")

As future poet laureate of the Americas
and
Belle of Bogotá
I have a question "entre nous"--
De mujer a mujer
or sister to sister,
as they say.

Would  you today
become a blonde?
Would you as a woman
dress in coctel noir most elegant
and then--
Champagne glass to hand--
THROW yourself
Across the tymps of a man
who makes you stay up all night,
Writing?

Would you drive a 'Vette?
Or stick with the sedate,
a serious sedan--
4 doors V -8 plus options?

Can your mind and heart still make you a poet
When your body dances cumbia
And your soul
Marries another culture?

So,
What does a Belle do
These days?

(C) 30 January 1995





The Drummer in the Band
So okay
I'll tell you
but
in English

about the project
if
you'll get me
a cigarette
a Kool

Thank you.

We stand
side by side
against a car
in the sun
in a parking lot
downtown
somewhere
He waits
I smoke

Okay
what happened 
was

I got the hots
for the drummer
in the band

But

Instead of doing
a gliss
on his fingers
as I planned

Or!

Sucked cherries
from his navel
as I dreamed

I wrote
poems
and then

I took pictures

See
César
is
the cake

The band
and the rest
are
only
Frosting
Decorative sugar
to cover my intent

To possess
and
be possessed
by

The drummer
in
the band

(C) February 2014
(C) 1993 by Metta Anderson. All Rights Reserved.

(C) 1993 by Metta Anderson. All Rights Reserved.

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The Drummer in the Band (III)

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Last Concert - March 2003

Last Concert – March 2003

 

Poema a 4 Manos

Part 1

¿Me esperas
en este cuarto?

Me gusta(s)

luces tenues
colores de
chocolate
cálido

¿Sabías
cuánto
te he
esperado?
¿deseado
el placer
de experimentar
lo que
eres?

Tu cuerpo
delgado
frágil
dorado
Estirado en la cama
esperando
arqueando para recibir
acaricias
un beso
mis uñas
deslizando
sobre tu espalda
tus piernas
tu pecho
y
hacia
abajo

Tus ojos
oscuros
brillando
en la sombra
de un cuarto
escondido
en alguna parte

Botella de whiskey
vasos
nuestra ropa por aquí
por allá
sábanas
nos envuelven
llega una música
de alguna parte

Me envuelvo
en tí
en tu calor
en la finura
de tu piel dorada
en el terciopelo
de tu voz
en el toque
de tus manos
exploratorias
posesivas
no vacila
gozan

Como gozo yo
de tu cuerpo
de tu boca
consumiéndome
de tu ser
penetrándome
adueñándote
de mí

¿Quién domina
a quién?
No sé

Porque
me disuelvo
en ti
en tus ojos oscuros
profundos
destellando
diamantes
(pero
sin fondo)

Y te siento
dentro de mi
como mi propia
alma
encerrando
mi corazón

Con tu cuerpo
arqueando
para
protegernos
en la eternidad

Mientras afuera
en el mundo
hay música
que solo nosotros
hemos inventado
y podemos
escuchar
(11 septiembre 2015)

Parte II
Traje
las palabras
pero
tú tienes la música

Este
es tu poema
escrito
por mí

para decirme
algo
empujarme
más allá
y mejor
que lo que he hecho
antes

Eres
el angel
todavía

(13 septiembre 2015)

 

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The Drummer in the Band (II)

UNTITLED (II)

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I see your face
and
doors open
in my mind
in my heart
in my soul

I see you
with
your eyes
still dark
and 
curious
and 
direct

Your mouth
with a smile
hidden
in the corners

You are stopped
but
waiting
calm
alert
for the next
beat
change
in tempo
rhythm

Musician you are
will always be
Music flowing
in your blood
in your body
to your hand
poised
for the next
note
next
phrase
next
movement

The symphony
inside
you

released
when you move
or smile

You are
still
you

My music
my
inspiration
into me
out to you
and back

You are the music

and that
is Eternity

20 August 2015
osc006

(C) 2003 by Metta Anderson

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The Drummer in the Band (I)

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The following six poems and five photos form a small book that I put together recently. It’s an experiment for me because I’ve only thought about doing this but was afraid to try.

The book itself is handmade–accordian pleat spine holding the front and back covers (Fabriano 600 gr). The poems inside are typed on cream-colored Kimberly because computers require the installation of a very expensive program (Adobe’s “In Design” or similar) before allowing poets to create a layout that fits the work. The photos are digitally printed from my negatives only because I do not have money to buy the chemicals to make my own prints. I hope to remedy this in the future.

Because of economic limitations, I’m publishing the book in sections–two poems and a photo today; more next week. I’m following the book’s layout so, by the time it’s complete, it will be in reverse order. Sorry about that. But feel free to re-arrange the order when everything’s published.

 

UNTITLED

hóla
percussive prince

I see you
hear you
feel you
again

All those bongos
and congas
and animal hide tambores
talking at once
talking
to me
about you

You
talking to
me
again

And me
seeing
you
again
in black and white
in Juan Valdez
some night
drinking tinto
¿espresso?
smoking
watching

And me
watching you
through a viewfinder
like before

And you
know it
play to it
love it

While the camera
and I
love you back
in black and white
forever.

(C) 17 september 2013

osc008(C) 1993 by Metta Anderson

 

COCAINE Z

Ludwigs and Marlboros
and I'm gone.
Druggies and junkies
know grass and coke and horse
and the pleasures derived
thereof.

With me
it's you
and the unknown pleasures
thereof.

One whiff
one snort
one look
at your hands
     on the drums
or
wrapped
     on the sticks
and I'm gone

And I'm so supercharged
     high
I'm not here
     anymore
And I don't want to be
     either.

I'm lost in you
     Cocaine Z
And I want to stay
     that way.

24 September 1994

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Casa de Moneda

(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson

The sound
is
eternal

Rain

Softly splashing
in the courtyard
in the fountain
in the evening
in the Casa de Moneda

the same sound
heard
by everyone

The Spanish
the Indians
the "everyone else"
Listening or not
has heard this sound

For a few moments
past/present/future
occupy one
time zone

Stopped
in a sense
all around me

Then a sigh
and time
fanned out
again
into

past

present

future

(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson 

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C not yet

(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson


C is
the symphony
not composed
not arranged
not played
not heard
not known

not 
yet

(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson

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Tu Orquesta

(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson



Tóqueme
diríjame
hazme
tu orquesta

Percusión
y violín
y piano en
diálogo

Con vientos
y luego
cuerdas
así te sale
conversatorio

II
Nacen de mi
los sonidos
que tallas
sonidos vueltos
esculturas
creadas
por tus manos
y 
tu corazón

Tu 
hecho música
sonriente
elevado
por tus alas
bailando
como siempre
en el sol


(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson


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