Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Years ago, I learned of the "Mozart Effect", which, in its simplest form, stated that listening to certain works by Mozart could (some said, "would") produce beneficial effects on mood, and even intelligence.

A little deeper look showed that this is still unproven, although temporary improvement on some intelligence tests HAS been experienced...about 15 minutes, in what I have read.

My point, however, is not to push this, OR pick this apart.

I feel good when I listen to Mozart, and other types of music, including Country Western, classical, big band era, and the occasional rock and roll pieces. But then, I was raised in the 1950s in the South of the U.S. where such music was common and popular, so, perhaps it's not the music as much as the connection to happy days, places, people, and times.

Many people tell me they enjoy "music", but, they mention R&B, Reggae, Techno, Heavy Metal, and genres which would make ME leave the room (he said politely).

We like what we like.

Our "like" is not always the only one, or the "best" one, but the best for us, and good things make us feel better, enjoy life more, and, in a way, I guess, pay more attention..

However, what we find joyful and beautiful, may be torturer tools to someone else. I try to respect that.

I knew a woman who told me, "I get sad and want to kill myself" when she heard Country Western.

I couldn't stand the music she liked.

We were friends.

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Original Poem By Donovan Baldwin

Each time she looks at me
I hear wild distant music
Something from another
Ancient place and time
When fire and passion
And a mystic dance at
The edge of darkness
Resolved itself into an
Intimacy in the shadows
Beyond the reaches of the light.

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By: Donovan Baldwin

Sweet music softly coaxed
From old guitars,
Strummed and stroked
Gently
To ancient island rhythms
Of sea and sand,
Wind and wave,
Punctuated by
The cries of a single gull lost,
Somewhere over the black water.
The moon paints a silver pathway
Across the water to this mystic shore,
Where dances,
Swaying slowly,
Provocatively,
In ancient and age old pattern,
A magic woman whose body,
Turns music into movement.
The movement becomes message,
The message a love story...
Ours,
As, with smiling eyes, and sensuous step,
Graceful swirl, reminiscent of
The gentle midnight touches of the sea upon the shore...
She dances only for me
Naked in the sacred light of our moon.

- Donovan Baldwin
January 2, 2019

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By Donovan Baldwin

clad in her music
hidden by her instrument
she sings a love song

laying it aside
she in matronly beauty
rises in rhythm

dancing nakedly
still rapt in her melody
to my waiting arms

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no part of ourselves
shall be denied or hidden
for lovers bare all

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did i walk your dreams
lucky enough to hold you
my night was well spent

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in each night's darkness
ancient warrior stands guard
in his lover's dreams

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jewels in the dust
paints and powders wiped away
she brings me herself

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i but brush her skin
pleasant smile upon her face
fall in love once more

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moon and i the same
silent nighttime wanderers
in search of my love

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i soften my words
so i may use them gently
to caress my love

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if i burn tonight
with the sinful fires you cause
you must help quench them

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She walks across the room,
Head held proudly high
Aware of my eyes,
Alight with my carnal desire
Appraising her mature
And womanly nakedness,
As she bears herself
With loving honor to
The bed where she
Will make sweet love
To me, her adoring lover.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Nude Woman With Guitar by Anders Zorn

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