A Dream?

She hovers above him..

her bare feet dangle a few feet above the foot of the bed.
More beautiful than anything he has ever seen.
Silent and Other..So what does a man say to an angel?.
to a Being of light?
"How goes it?", "What's up?"..
That's a strange dream Jim.
Jimmy sat down and placed his head in his hands..
I am not sure if it is a dream bro,
it seems real.
Does she say anything?
Nothing..she just hovers for a few seconds,
her wings barely moving..
she has a slight smile with very relaxed dark eyes.
Weird bro.
Tommy called for his Basset Hound Faulkner and walked to the front door,
How many nights in a row now?
Jimmy sat back and looked at his watch as if that had anything to do with anything..
3.
Tommy and Faulkner walked out into the humid winter morning.
Cool enough for a jacket, but not really,
you'll be sweating in this humidity in a minute,
even with it around 57 degrees..
It's hard to get comfortable some days in a Mississippi winter.
He picked up Faulkner and put him on the passenger seat..

wkm
Where's Rilke?

Where's Rilke?

I am going to put the dogs in the car,
drive just across County Road 202,
enter the field of Bermuda interspersed with brown winter weeds,
park near the tree line.
I will go to the house trailer on the property and ask permission,
hoping they will allow my dogs and me to walk on their property.
I am tired of parks with leash laws, controlled environments, perfectly dressed upper middle class humans,
angry looks from hyper sensitive shallow soul ignoring boobs because i refuse to leash...
i refuse to leash...
If the people in the trailer allow us,
I will get them out of the car and walk through a narrow opening in a wall of Kudzu.
I do not know what is on the other side of this slight opening,
But it seems to be filled with light..In my imagination I have already seen it,
it will be as the door in Lewis' wardrobe..
opening to a field of tall brown weeds and low moving clouds..
Jack will see and chase many squirrels!
Pig will run with abandon, stretching, reaching, bounding with exuberance!
I will find silence one only finds while lost in an unknown field with his dogs.

wkm
Oxford

Crow Community

When I walk outside at dawn in Oxford, there are crows.
Not a few, but an entire community..
They live where we live.
Once I counted 57 before they flew and changed trees.
The sound is a cacophony, a symphony warming up..
Conversations show personality and emotion.
Some caw slowly and then listen..I call them the Listeners.
Some caw like my aunts speak to each other at a family reunion,
with rapid staccato words and tones of complaint and laughter.
I call them the Gossips.
Their jet black color fills the stark bare gray trees of winter...
it is beautiful.
I have joined the conversation a few times..
Some are humored by my attempt to caw like they do.
One flew toward me, coming very close.
We made eye contact..
I think he was more than curious.
His single caw as he passed sounded friendly.
I calmly lifted my left hand and waved with two fingers.
"Peace" i said.

wkm

Painting by Bob Orsillo

The Moon (Le Luna)

Walking by the old mill pond after midnight
Tuesday night alone with all these tangled thoughts
Have you noticed, you don't hear a crow caw after midnight?
Wind is cold upon face and in my heart.

I see you up there shining
how you reflect the light of the sun
You make the waves roll high on the deep blue ocean
You make the wolf howl sadly for the coming dawn

The Moon ( Silver sister of the sun)
The Moon ( Playing games with every one)
I can't stop staring at her soft beguiling beauty..
There is no sound except my broken beating heart

How do we get to these lonely places in the journey?
My father never took the time to talk to me..
I am man now with a son and now I wonder
no matter what I do, how will my son look at  me?

The Moon ( Silver sister of the sun)
The Moon (Playing games with every one )
I can't stop staring at her soft beguiling beauty..
There is no sound except my broken beating heart

bridge:

The red wine in my coffee mug smells of flowers
A hillside of vineyards in a world far from here
A dog barks in the cooling night so distant calling
I feel the need to howl within my fear

I see you up there shining
Reflecting the light of the sun
You make the waves roll high on the deep blue ocean
You make the wolf howl sadly for the coming dawn

The Moon ( Silver sister of the sun)
The Moon ( Playing games with every one)
I can't stop staring at her soft beguiling beauty..
There is no sound except my broken beating heart

lyrics by keith and music by Jeff

Jeff Gordon JeffGordon@carlinnashville.com via eigbox.net	Nov 1 (5 days ago)
to me

This is the most brilliant thing you have ever written. It made the hair stand up on my arm, just the words. We’re writing this tomorrow night. Out of your anguish comes magic. It’s like I can hear the music already. Amazing Keith!!! Jeff

Impossible Beauty

Go here to hear this new one!  

http://soundcloud.com/the-wineskins/impossible-beauty-3

Impossible Beauty

Hello Hello Mr. So and So
Can I take you for a ride?
down the roads we're all still living
a forgotten world of blacks and whites

An ignored impossible beauty
full of healing possibilites
more stories more poems more music
and more Kudzu than the eye can see

Take you down to Billy Rays Farm

Maybe glimpse Mr. Larry Brown's soul
Take you down to the Juke Joint rockin
Where Elvis learned to rock and roll

Take you down to Faulkner's "Mansion"
Where Shelby Foote once spent the night
Come on down to the Catfish frying
Where Walker's Moviegoer feels alright

we'll drive on down to Tennessee WIlliams

His Sun burned the old tin roof

Drive on down to Yazoo City

Where Jerry Clower is laughing proof

Come on down to Eudora Welty
see her driving round this Jackson town
92 and full of childlike wonder
wish Ms Eudora was still around..

Take you down to Junior Kimbrough,
Asie Payton B.B. King
We'll take HWY 61 and revisit
this haunting beauty holding everything

Bridge

If this red clay soil could sing

it'd be a frightening hopeful thing
fools politicians preachers and poets

the blood of sinners saints and slaves

Civil war and civil strife
old wounds still hold this mystical place
Like a mother holds a freakish childand dare not behold it's tepid face
 

CH

Hello Hello Mr. So and So
Can I take you for a ride?
down the roads we're all still living

a forgotten world of blacks and whites 

Take you down to Billy Rays Farm

Maybe glimpse Mr. Larry Brown's soul
Take you down to the Juke Joint rockin
Where Elvis learned to rock and roll 

Lyrics by W. Keith Moore, Music by Jeff Gordon
Oxford MS

That Afternoon

 That Afternoon

It was raining
We went walking
That afternoon

You were singing
You were dancing
That afternoon

Thunder shook the hillside fair
Soaked to the bone, we did not care

I told stories
about my family
That afternoon

You laughed so hard
and called them crazy
That afternoon

Summer rain so soft and warm
Ain't nothing like a southern storm

Wooooo

I had called you
To talk
that afternoon

I'd waited for you
to walk
that afternoon

You gave your heart and soul so true
I gave my trembling life to you..

Wooooo

w. keith moore

Le Luna ( The Moon)

Walking by the old mill pond after midnight
Tuesday night alone with all these tangled thoughts
Have you noticed, you don't hear a crow caw after sundown?
Wind is cold upon my face and in my heart.

I see you up there shining
how you reflect the light of the sun
You make the waves roll high on the deep blue ocean
You make the wolf howl sadly for the coming dawn

The Moon ( Silver sister of the sun)
The Moon ( Playing games with every one)
I can't stop staring at her soft beguiling beauty..
There is no sound except my broken beating heart

How do we get to these lonely places in the journey?
My father never took the time to talk to me..
I am man now with a son and now I wonder
no matter what I do, how will my son look at  me?

The Moon ( Silver sister of the sun)
The Moon (Playing games with every one )
I can't stop staring at her soft beguiling beauty..
There is no sound except my broken beating heart

bridge:

The red wine in my coffee mug smells of flowers
A hillside of vineyards in a world far from here
A dog barks in the cooling night so distant calling
I feel the need to howl within my fear

I see you up there shining
Reflecting the light of the sun
You make the waves roll high on the deep blue ocean
You make the wolf howl sadly for the coming dawn

The Moon ( Silver sister of the sun)
The Moon ( Playing games with every one)
I can't stop staring at her soft beguiling beauty..
There is no sound except my broken beating heart

keith