Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

Dionne Warwick

When I begin to hearDionne Warwick singI feel immediate pleasureand a gentle joy.I am suddenly connectedfar back –eras with different textures and look –my eras, my history,my worlds.Dionne Warwick and all the othershelp integrate my lifeand allow the feel acrosstime, distance and disparities.My unity and my mindis suggested thus.So Dionne is part of the make up of my mind,and I am grateful to her.

music · memory · time