Writer, Musician, Poet, Academic
16 Jul 2019 1 Comment
in Blog Tags: free verse, panic, poetry, travel
Between hotel check-out and arrival home
I’m at my worst
There are too many forced choices
In a moment’s notice about
Things I don’t know, unfamiliar places
El-trains, subways, buses, airport gates
Streets, choices, now, act, move
Choose now
Loss of power—their seats, refreshments, served on their timetable
Uncertainty—it’s all in your own hands
Panic, decisions, and waiting
I’m not at my best faced with all this
15 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: alienation, city, civilization, free verse, loneliness, moving, rural, self-knowledge, suburbia, tourism, travel
To answer my question
An Indigenous teacher
Once told me
If you know who you are
You will never be lonely
I didn’t understand
White, I grew up
In bland, blanched suburbia
Moved to
A small, rural town
We people were the entertainment
The gravitas
Friends
Porch sitting hours
Moved to
A hip, slick, cultured, sophisticated, city of universities
America’s Athens
Loneliness, assimilation, knowledge, alienation from self
Moved to
A wealthy, beach retirement town
Boredom, self-discovery, self-recovery
Toured foreign countries
Europe and the roots of Western Civilization
Meso-America, Maya
Tropical Island
I am
Wherever I go
I understand
19 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: dance, family, memories, moments, poetry, travel
I remember that electric slow dance
As I do our trips together
Moments I remember that make us who we are:
Your anger when I left you while I explored Chichen-Itza
The mystic glowing lake we paddled on together that Puerto Rico night
All those airplanes landing in the midnight sky over Miami as we drove home from Key West
Looking up at the base and down from the cliff at Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump
Family, and the luxury resort at Saint Lucia
These are moments that make us who we are
Family dinners on holidays
My growing intelligence as I talk with you
The splash cymbal in the Blind Faith song our finger punctuates, listening to my iPod on the road
Sunday lunches out after I preach
Talk late at night
These are moments that make us what we are
28 May 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: hotel, poetry, Saint Lucia, time, travel
Over the next 5 days I will be posting:
Saint Lucia
(An Epic)
It is an extended poem in 5 sections, about my first visit to Saint Lucia. To make the post manageable, I will not post the whole poem at once, but will do it one section a day. This day’s post is the departure and trip to Saint Lucia.
Saint lucia
(An Epic)
I
Departure
Home and the family farm
And the departure and the road and travel and time
Anticipation and passing time
Music and the road and a little writing
Travelling and time
And music in the truck and a little talking and a nap
Time and travelling
The overnight hotel by the airport
The swimming pool after dinner
Reclining in our room before sleeping
Fire in the control tower
And we waited for the plane’s push-back
Take-off delayed an hour
And boredom and anticipation
And sitting 37,000 feet above the Atlantic
And time and iPod headphones
An hour, hours, another hour
Two ours left “Time’s going fast,” Carol said
And strains of Bach’s Cello Suite #6
And a little writing
Half nodding off and nodding off
Landing, immigration, customs
A new world, tropical
Saint Lucia
David Fekete 