A Poem by Mardi Wareham

Almost  3 years ago I met a spunky gal named Mardi Wareham at a songwriting seminar and 5 weeks later she, two fun-loving guys and I thrilled the Universe with our debut show as “The Funsters.”

Here’s a photo taken by Stevie’s wife, Anna, at our first rehearsal.

Steveee             Mardeee             Janneee                  Traceee

Here’s a photo of me with said poetic maven about six months ago.

And now… Mardi’s poem.  What do you think of it?

After a 7 a.m. Swim at Stacey Pool

By Mardi Wareham

Stopped at a red light at Woodland and I35

No car behind or beside me,

I notice this morning is cool, golden, guileless

I am dizzy with sunshine caressing the long brown grasses

I want to know all its secrets

I want to know the wisdom of the trees

Solid, strong, timeless

Instead of the tumultuous, cascading waterfall of human emotions and thoughts

I must go into the woods now.

Kung fu, guitar and piano?

In June Kelly started with Childbloom Guitar 30 minutes a week and she and her classmate can already play 5 whole melodies.  In time.  Together!  They even play along while their teacher plays chords and counter-melodies.  We love Childbloom, a national franchise but started right here in good olde Austin, Texas – “Live Music Capital Of The World.”

In addition to her Kung fu twice a week, and the guitar, she’s asking to take piano. 

I wonder if that would be too much on her plate at age seven, even tho she does not have school homework to contend with? 

Anybody seen my elbow grease?

I thought WordPress would be a lot easier.

I’m going to assume it’s the program, not me.  Couldn’t be me!

It’s most humbling to be starting over with this new blog but others have surely been through much worse, like, losing everything to a hurricane.  And having to eat tough steak.

I’ll shut up now and get busy.

And then she had four

Had two and got two more for her birthday.  Takes them in the car every day!

The Librarian

i

She may be wearing a sweater

and fending off homeless men

while somewhere a college girl

is guiding tourists through caves

and talking bat guano

and somewhere else far far away

a sad but happy little old man

who lost everything and everyone

to the great tsunami

is about to throw an orchid out to sea.

The sun is shining and I feel a bit old.

But mostly young.

ii

In the oceans fish are doing what fish do,

oblivious to Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae et al.

I am in the quiet of my house.

I might listen to Rush Limbaugh. 

I might clean the leaves out of the pool.  Or not.

I will most certainly do my dishes, brush my teeth,

shower and put on the last of my sunscreen.