Forum MVP Supplicated Velvet Thunder Posted July 26, 2010 Forum MVP Report Share Posted July 26, 2010 I haven't had a lot of time for poetry since the Deviled Egg and I got together and started our lot business, but a summer's worth of festivals and shows thus far has left me incredibly inspired. Since we got together, my knowledge of and allegiance to the music of the Grateful Dead has grown exponentially, and this summer was my first summer of festivals that I attended as a Deadhead, not just some wide-eyed girl trying to find a sound that spoke to me and a place to call home. This experience left me grasping for words because I was so lost in the magnitude and beauty of it all, but after Gratefulfest I found myself bursting with ideas and feelings that are undeniably linked to the Dead. This is the third poem I have written because of this music, and it was inspired entirely by DSO and the fact that they carried on the spirit of the Grateful Dead in its purest form. I'm not fishing for compliments and this is not an ego trip, and if you feel its a waste of time, please don't read it, but I felt compelled to come up with a little something that I could give back to my favorite band after all they have given to me, and this is what came out. Grateful Resurrection She was born before her time Or maybe not quite soon enough Conceived by hope and desperation Into a world giving up Only a handful of unsure drifters Seemed to notice she had arrived And once each one had seen her- No way to return to their weary lives Slowly the family gathered Creating a home with no walls but many doors She grew up with joy and laughter Yet forever demanded more Her goal was sweet and simple Yet the means felt out of reach Until a band of Grateful musicians Began to recruit an army on her beach Their guns were instruments and smiles The bullets melodic notes and love’s calm glow To conquer a whole city They simply played her show Her enemies- the ignorance of greed And the heart of hopeless despair Never stood a chance While that music filled the air Yet the darkness crept in slowly Kidnapped the Captain that dark night The next morning all awoke to A sun that seemed too bright One by one they walked away No heart left for dance or song Some even began to question If they’d just been dreaming all along All that she had created All those whose lives she saved Just drifted, floating unanchored So she prepared her burial grave Yet as she looked into the night’s vast skies Her ears picked out a familiar tune There was a Dark Star out there singing Lights were converging in the gloom She spread her wings and flew to see How this little tribe somehow survived Upon arrival she quickly understood Though scarcely could she believe her eyes Those once on the floor had taken the stage Her children were learning to dance again New stories- though so familiar Had now found a reason to begin For some it was a second chance To others their first and only taste of home But none could escape the realization That they never were- nor ever would be- alone For this Orchestra stormed relentless Across the desperate, darkened land In their wake they left a flood Of strangers clapping and holding hands And each time the darkness threatened To overwhelm her new born seed Her children would not be divided This time they won’t let the magic bleed Death has no chance to conquer Change cannot put out this light Some Deadheads still wait in hiding Though the Starheads are poised for flight But such divisions soon mean nothing For she has already taken her throne Her reign- this time- will not be over Until all Earth reaps the future yesterday has sown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
topher44 Posted July 26, 2010 Report Share Posted July 26, 2010 To the verbally prolific Mrs. Deviled Egg, what a superbly visual poem !!! I am quite sure the members of DSO, upon reading this, will be all smiles and tears... as I was. Such a warm and sincere way of showing the gratitude you feel having found "family" again. I felt a lot like this after seeing DSO the first time, and the "darkness" is no longer as pervasive in my life as a result. So many in the Grateful Dead community felt a huge loss after Jerry died, and I never thought I would feel that wonderful sense of calm and happiness again. Having DSO in my life is a dream come true, and it is so great to learn of others having similar feelings. Thank You for brightening my Monday... and welcome to your future !!! Topher Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarahsmile Posted July 27, 2010 Report Share Posted July 27, 2010 "Some Deadheads still wait in hiding Though the Starheads are poised for flight" Yes indeedy! Great stuff, thanks for sharing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forum MVP chuckvegas Posted July 27, 2010 Forum MVP Report Share Posted July 27, 2010 But such divisions soon mean nothing Yes. Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest jazz-man Posted July 30, 2010 Report Share Posted July 30, 2010 Nice! Reading that poem makes me recall the moment when I "got it" and my love of our community and trying to keep it together. There are folks on the inside, for crying out loud, who try to bring this all down and I'm just one person trying to keep the light shining. I love Deadheads and the music that brings us together Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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