Shadow Charm
When you place your mouth
to my ear
how does the ocean know
which wave
to relinquish?
In your darkness I find teeth.
Blessings of the meek-throated.
A ribbed tunnel. Codicil.
Your tongue scrawls: too late,
the unsaid nerve-sparked and
dilated too late
And my skin replies: with
lightning all strikes
count to each its charge
O at the Edges 
Beautiful and haunting.
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Thank you, Mike. We’re experiencing a pleasant thunderstorm at the moment…
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Bob, please send some rain here too.
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If only I could!
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Wonderful effect with lightning in the background!
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Thanks, Lynne. I enjoy playing around with sound!
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Well, it really enhances the recording, makes it more of a performance. I know now before I even listen that I’m in for a treat!
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Beautiful reading.
Curious – recording background and then voicing over? Or intuitive enough to begin at just the right moment so that thunder accents in just the right space? However you do it, the effect is powerful.
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Thanks, Jazz! With this one, I recorded the poem first, then added the rain/thunder sounds, editing (splicing, moving within the timeline) for what I hoped would be good effect. It’s been a long process, but I’m getting much faster at adding tracks and editing. I have recorded poems during rainstorms, but never managed to catch thunder at the right moment. 🙂
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You nailed the timing on this mix. Impressive.
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Thank you. I’m learning, but the shack is littered with failures. Ha!
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A ‘striking’ poem! Love it!
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Ha! Thank you.
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