"Imelda" – 4/16/22

Let me tell you about Imelda
She stands in the wings and watches
Her support acts and then later on
In the heat of her audience's adoration

Without hesitation she reminds them
We have cd's for sale and to come early
And skip dinner so they see and hear
All of us: "music needs you!" she declares

As if proclaiming it so could shift
Tectonic plates of ambivalence
The world over her passion is the stuff
Of legend Ireland incarnate her voice

Echoes in your soul with every nuanced
Gospel run rich with history synergistically
Nature converges in her wingspan port de bras
The ocean tide the moon a whispering wind

I have come quickly to love her spirit
As much as her music effusive but never
Falsely so as down to earth as ascendent
As sparrows levitating toward indeterminate

Goals after goals creativity's ebb/flows afterglow
Poems rich in imperfect rhymes a sensual
Sibilance t's and s's lingering in the air
Reverb clinging to her iridescent fairness

Open and honest mysterious mystical
The eyes of those who listen fixated on what's
Factual: a woman a mother a singer a poet
A bandleader boss-lady loving resilient

Friend-in-the-making a name unforgettable
Shaking the rafters mistaking no one for
A fool respect-vibrations pouring out
Of every facet catching light from unsuspecting

Prisms of insatiable love for to glow a bien tot