Poetry Corner

My husband and I are musicians. And we’re parents. When we are onstage, we do our best to really be ON stage. But all our “backstage” experiences with our son (our little frog) deeply affect who we are as people, thus musicians. Recent insights: 

After a tour of Mid Atlantic venues Matt and I had a few light weeks with smaller home-based gigs. This break from travel coincided with tragic events close to home. Bad news is never welcome; but I am grateful that we have been home during this stretch.

To get us back into the swing of performing, we had our special Back to School concert at Club Passim on Tuesday. We were tongue-in-cheek "school teachers," exploring a different "subject" with each ballad. For our extra curricular Poetry Corner, the "class" was asked to write haikus. Our talented and hilarious audience came up with very beautiful and very silly poems. A sampling:

On Matt and Shannon:
Matt, Shannon Heaton
Illuminate Passim's stage
Music to my ears

[I LOVE the obviously intentional folk ballad punctuation of this one]:
Too Ra Loo Ra Loo
May this be consider'd as
An Irish Haiku

On our trip to Thailand:
In Thailand it seems
They don't learn about Haiku
A bit surprising

[after teaching everybody how to pronounce Pad Thai... said Pot, like soup POT, not Pad like lily pad..]
Dead rat in the road
Welcome to Chinatown, man
Is that rat Pad Thai?

Going to Thailand
I can't find my damn passport
F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck

Todd said that Thailand
Is filled with endless pleasures
Pass the rat Pad Thai!

On SEASONS:
Fall, you have left me
The red, yellow, gold orange
of my heart bursts free

Summer has begone
Heatons always like to play
When will winter come?

On our song GREEN GROW the LAURELS:
He gave me violets
I raise them up to my face
And smell the blue sky

Laurel and violet
At least no poison ivy
(Don't date gardeners)

Red is the thinking
Green are my thoughts about you
Blue be the dreaming

Green grows the laurel
So I will write you haiku
With red, green, and blue...

CLEVERNESS:
[A Limerick Haiku]:
Hard to write with flair
Pencils there were aplenty
Though a point was rare

Matt asks of Patrick
More flute in the monitor
Not accordion

[Matt plays with a surf rock trio called Matt Heaton & The Electric Heaters]:
Electric Heaters
Are a great way to stay warm
Oh, wait. It's a band?

[And one of my faves]:
One two three four five
One two three four five seven
Five four three two one

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