November 2015
Glenn Lyvers
Glenn@Lyvers.com
Glenn@Lyvers.com
I am a poet living in a small fishing village on the eastern shore of Virginia. As the masthead of Prolific Press, I oversee general publishing when I'm not submitting poems to upcoming journals. I have a passion for making the arts accessible to others.
Hallelujah
There is a moment after,
when Jeff Buckley plays
his last note—Hallelujah.
It is the silence before
the roaring crowd—bursting
like clouds over tin roofs.
These are the moments —
even Ray Charles asks,
“Are you there?”
HALLELUJAH video
Stones
Annie Leibovitz shot him,
Jagger shirtless—elevated
from man to Rolling Stone.
If he were any other man
we’d say he looks skeletal,
but he’s still going,
doing it, with his lips
pressed out, Tumbling Dice.
He is as Annie showed us,
frozen in time, shirtless—
forever singing Wild Horses.
Annie Leibovitz shot him,
Jagger shirtless—elevated
from man to Rolling Stone.
If he were any other man
we’d say he looks skeletal,
but he’s still going,
doing it, with his lips
pressed out, Tumbling Dice.
He is as Annie showed us,
frozen in time, shirtless—
forever singing Wild Horses.
©2015 Glenn Lyvers