Posted by: Juliann Budimir | May 22, 2017

Longing

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I swim into your eyes and realize
In fathoms deep memories weep,
And shadows searching for the sun outrun
The longing of an eternal sky 

 

I cling to thoughts from bygone years
Like long lost vagrancies and fears
The torture of our numbered days
We sense the end the final phase

 

I reach for hands no longer there
For arms’ embrace I now despair
The aching pulse of flesh is burned
Upon my mind which can discern

 

The lilting notes that soon belie
The dissipating shadows by.
I hear your song; you come to me
The handsome troubadour sets me free.

 

 

Juliann Budimir, 2017.  All rights reserved.

Posted by: Juliann Budimir | May 13, 2017

Bird on the Writer – Musings Inspired by Leonard Cohen

Inspiration comes in many forms, often from the spark of a charming muse.  Leonard Cohen is a very special muse for me.  Have you ever been inspired to write poetry or prose because of a Leonard Cohen song or picture?  If so, you might enjoy the Facebook group, Bird on the Writer – Musings Inspired by Leonard Cohen.  This is a group for positive souls and a place to share our poetry, prose, and musings that are inspired by Leonard Cohen.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1286234258158308/

The sound of words echoing on a page
Have I reached my Golden Age?
Reverberations of an unfinished truth
Fill me like a whispering youth
I am refreshed by the thought of your flesh
The poetry of your desire
The songs it inspires
Like lost memories
Dazzling vagrancies
Inspired by a man I never knew.

Yet, in your Hallelujah, I felt I knew you
Filling my mind with music and rhyme
It took your death to rediscover my poetry
Your fire sets me free.

Juliann Budimir, 2017.  All rights reserved.

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | April 20, 2017

Inspiration for my dear friend

She shines with the warmth of an afternoon in spring
Brings joy to life in great and little things
A college welcome was one we shared
As we, one weekend years ago, prepared
For adulthood unfurled before our eyes
My dear friend, I met her then, and soon I recognized
Her joy, her laugh, her intelligence and truth
Would last her far beyond collegiate songs
Our friendship would transcend our youth.

We have traveled far, she more than I, across the many years
But across the tapestry of time
Beyond geographies and climes
We retain glimmers of those smiles
Flashing memories of notes in class
And wines by the glass
So much to buoy away the tears.

To you, my dear friend!   
I want to sing so much more than a song in prose
To rally the promise of health renewed
Of joy returned to where it most belongs
My dear friend, I knew you then
I know you now
I know just how you will fight
Will muster every ounce of strength
Will go to every length
To sing again.

I know that when you run again, live again
In life unfurled by its wings
You will fly again
And I pray that the kaleidoscopic color
Of your soul will leap in fortnight’s form
That healing will marry your beauty without and within
That before too long, we will laugh across time and tears
Savor the friendship of our years
And cultivate the blessings of our lives.

Juliann Budimir
April 14, 2017

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | April 17, 2017

For LC – April 17, 2017

 

I touch your lips in a forest of broken trees
Your honesty brings me to my knees
Can we outrun the storm
With words outworn?
We gather in solace as we please.

 

Juliann Budimir,
April 17, 2017

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | January 27, 2017

Parted Pair

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I saw his smile through the trees
From the quiet of my room
Spread wide in the winter afternoon
The glint in his eye brought me to my knees

He didn’t know it on that day
The inspiration I would find
Amidst the corners of my mind
In the forest where he played

We shared syncopated starlight
In a zenith from afar
Wishing on a different star
In a divergent night

I long for shared solitude
That knows no bounds
Knows the richness of our sounds
More than an interlude

 

Juliann Budimir
January, 2017

 

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | January 18, 2017

Fifty Red and Blue

We dreamed in fifty red and blue, and we were blue
Our goals were high but harder than we knew
To achieve from the harsh office glare,
To convince all the red that for us she was there.
When hot summer days turned to cool autumn nights,
We figured supporters would make things alright.
Together, we would continue the hope
Of a President and a place called Hope.

We dreamed in fiftyfold and 300 million strong
We had waited so long – What could possibly go wrong?
After forty-four men, it would now be our turn
A woman in the White House, one to discern
The endless, complex, and complicated pain
Of a world with a dissonant refrain
We would embrace the triumph of a sane victory
We would shun the oppression of autocracy

From Wellesley and Yale her gifts were innate
With a career that led to Secretary of State.
She triumphed for women and children, her cause
With or without fanfare and applause.
No matter the fate that her campaign received
She inspired us always to fiercely achieve
In the face of our unbearable ache
She rallied us all to never forsake
The eternal flame of our democratic ideals
We knew in our souls was undeniably real

The road to victory was our walk down the aisle
The first time in history we would represent the smile
Spreading out from east to west rising with the sun
We thought our work was done
As we settled into joy, every single resident,
At the thought of Madame President.

She danced there before on Inauguration night
Half of the pair that would set the nation right
But now was her time to take up the oath
Many were glad to be having them both
The ceiling had spoken, we broke through the cracks
Her legacy achieved since that dance to Fleetwood Mac.
Her vows and Bible ready for that January day
She shared our dreams of a historic Inauguration Day
With fifty states emblazoned on her dress
To represent the cares she would address

But the hope that spread out from her view of the Mall
Was blocked by the madman who wanted the wall
And Lincoln’s calm gaze, so steadfast and true
Stared back at the man who preferred his own view
Aloft from the tower he gilded with gold
That looked down on the people he discarded like mold

Our country, our people, our lives were at stake!
With a man who had said our election was fake
Assuming his place as the world’s greatest power
We longed for him to return to his tower
And for the Electoral College to cast
Their votes that reflected the popular task
Of installing a woman so keenly aware
Of the hacks and intent of a sick Russian bear

Our spirits were bludgeoned; we were torn apart
We all longed to mend the tear in our hearts.
Together we tried, tried, to dream in fiftyfold
And 300 million strong; the truth needs to be told.
We say to a man unfit to be POTUS
The most we will do is to call you our FAUXTUS

We will expose your incompetence, your prejudices, and your lies
Not accept the swath of your pen and all it belies.
With your harsh signature you threaten so much
We will not disappear under your frightening touch.
We will call from all fifty, from the red and the blue
To note the avarice, the pride and illegal things you do.

For it is never too late for dreamers who dare
To take back their country for those who will share
The ethics and righteous resolve to conspire
To uphold the United States before it expires!

Juliann Budimir, 2017.  All rights reserved.

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | January 10, 2017

Merci, LC

The sound of words echoing on a page
Have I reached my Golden Age?
Reverberations of an unfinished truth
Fill me like a whispering youth
I am refreshed by the thought of your flesh
The poetry of your desire
The songs it inspires
Like lost memories
Dazzling vagrancies
Inspired by a man I never knew.

Yet, in your Hallelujah, I felt I knew you
Filling my mind with music and rhyme
It took your death to rediscover my poetry
Your fire sets me free.

Juliann Budimir, 2017.  All rights reserved.

Leonard Cohen in Hydra, 1971.  Photo by E & H Manners.

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | January 9, 2017

The Expanse

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A mystic in your eyes it seems
A tower rises in my dreams
How do we traverse the sea of meaning,
Of knowing how to please?

 

The way is coarse and stretched out wide
Without your inspiration to provide
The smiles of a pleasure path
Or its effervescent aftermath.
Days made heavy by the truth
Seek to find our long lost youth.

 

I see the salt white upon the plain
I feel the lost detritus of your pain
Are the memories that form in my mind
The only things, remains I’ll find?

 

The carnal carnage of our days
Left scattered by our crazy play
Sings songs unsung until the end.
When did love portend
The vacancy of loneliness
Filled by his holiness?

 

Never did we say it would be better that way
Only rhymes breathe life to dreams at night
But then the words stopped and so did the game
What tenderness we shared was lost on the plain
Cast off by the sun, never to be seen again.

 

Juliann Budimir,
January 2, 2017

 

 

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | December 30, 2016

Dandelion Flame

The flower full of splendid years
Is living proof our soul reveres.
Burnished by the sun,
The petals fall one by one
At year’s passing they reply,
“Will you make a wish, or shall I?”

 

The light is bright, not much akin
To brooding, quivering Theremins.
It burns orange, yellow in the night
Our ever flickering candlelight.
When words congeal and mind repairs
The weary world our soul compares

 

It never hears you call my name
Or sees you light my dandelion flame.
Till then my heart stands steadfast by
As my wish blows candle bye.

 

Juliann Budimir,
December, 2016

 

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Posted by: Juliann Budimir | December 27, 2016

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The expanse of lyrics scattered in the mind

Inspired by the wind are lucky if they find

Iambic pentameter, a couplet or a rhyme

A romantic lilt, some wit; regardless, they are mine.

        –  Juliann Budimir

 

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