Songs In 3/4 Time



The rhythmic timing

Matches the beats

Of my heart

At once awakened

From self-imposed slumber

Inwardly I sway 


Songs in 3/4 time


Eyes open or closed 

I waltz along

For the song

Takes me to 

Another place


Songs in 3/4 time


Always I’m forever 

Drawn to music

Written by others

Who understand

The magic of


Songs in 3/4 time


I love to dance

Imaginary waltzes

Spinning round and

Dipping down into 

Romantic liaisons

From my youth

Keeping time


Songs in 3/4 time


Written by: Theresa H Hall

September 2, 2013 @ 1:11 PM

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Step Into My Tuesday

"What I am reading and listening to today"

“What I am reading and listening to today”

Tomorrow marks the 50th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King’s speech, “I Have A Dream”. Washington is all atwitter with writers comparing America then to America now. It is significant. Every year we commemorate those tens of thousands of brave American citizens who took a stand. They brought about crucial historical change. Our parents sat us before the television set to watch, listen and learn. This profound speech has been televised many times, resulting in intertwining memories of when I first heard it. I was a rambunctious youngster who was usually found playing outdoors, riding my bicycle or swimming. Always an empathetic child, I cannot help but remember cringing during the newscasts in the days leading up to this speech. Nightly reports of crowds, protests, policemen swinging billy clubs, others holding aggressively barking dogs and wielding fire hoses. These frightening images linger in my memories of those childhood days. Tomorrow will be  momentous.

sunnuside up 4 sunnuside up 3 sunnuside up 2 sunnuside up 1On a lighter note, for the first time ever, I nursed along two eggs in order to cook them sunny side up. Even though they look correct, I did find just the tiniest part (on the edges of both yolks), that were not finished. Needless to say, I did not eat this 1/32 tsp. of egg white. It took me the better part of ten minutes to cook them, not wanting the edges to be crispy, nor the underside of the yolks to turn into a thickened, opaque yellow, likened to hard-boiled.

There is a lot of magic in my little realm. sunnuside up 5 sunnuside up 6When I’m at work at the stove, I think of it as “My Kitchen Ballet”, a name I decided upon for my first cookbook which I am working on. Preparation for today’s popular breakfast was tedious. I thought it wasted my time even though I’m usually patient when making complicated recipes. Breakfast eggs shouldn’t take this much care or time to prepare, but they did deliver on flavor. The eggs had a meaty texture accompanied by their rich golden sauce. The green avocado harmonized beautifully providing balance. Its coolness and texture were great with the warmth of the eggs. Maybe I will see if I can speed up the cook time to produce it better and faster.

This brings me to the zen music filling the room. I recently discovered the melodic and rich voice belonging to Gregory Porter, whilst listening to a station on my television. Melody, surprised me with his CD for my birthday. (What a thoughtful sister!) The title is “Be Good”, and what made me want it in the first place is the cut, “On My Way To Harlem”. I’ve listened to the entire CD about fifteen times to learn his style. It melds with my mood and deep-seated love of New York City, filled with romantic nighttime aura … bringing city lights and rainy nights into view. I’m transported back to the music I grew up listening to from the time I was a tiny girl. This artist has smoothness and depth that calls to me. I cannot wait to get his new release. A week ago, I read that he signed with a major label this past May.  I know we’d sound great together!

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Gentle Morning

peaches and cream oatmealI’m listening to soft Soundscapes flowing through the blue-ray player connected to our television. The gentle sounds and individually marked instrumentation have a soothing and compelling enticement. I am beckoned to absorbed the wandering melodies. Each tune played has a magical way to calm my mind. Strings, flutes and piano keys, are accompanied by softly played drums that introduce the waves of water during one particular song. Together they refresh my empathetic nature … my sensitive mood.

Hannah BelleI read “Poets & Writers” surrounded by music and two of my cats. I am in tune with everything about me and so are my girls, Hannah and Lillian. Hannah lies beside me nestled against my thigh, whilst Lilly pretends to meow with lips that emit tiny, almost silent, delicate sounds. She rubs against my leg allowing my hand to touch her powder-puff soft fur, her tail in an appreciative upward pose. She repeats these back-and-forth movements. They both lift their heads in response to my caresses. Together we share this emotional and soothing bond for about ten minutes. LillianThey listen to me turning the pages of the magazine I am reading. But the spell is broken when I gently excuse myself in search of my camera. Hannah lets me snap a few shots of her, and by the time I turn to Lillian, she is lying on the back of the sofa with eyes closed as if to say, “Our time is done, please do not disturb me”. The serene connection is broken. I walk to my desk to sit and write this all down. * Here is a photo I took of her when she was awake.

Doing It Now

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Today is filled with many things to do. Breakfast was so fast I didn’t snap a pic. Lunch was leftover from last night’s dinner and the petite salad was made in three minutes. I wrote two poems, meditated, worked on the jumbled word puzzle and Sudoku, too. I’m thinking about doing laundry (not my favorite thing) and I have to chop more vegetables later. Looked at the pic of Joe’s lunch and checked out some clover growing in a pot on the deck. Been thinking a lot lately and listening to classic jazz because it enhances my writing. Going to get messy later, in early evening once temperatures cool down, and paint for an hour on the deck. Wrapped a small birthday gift for my neighbor one home over and  thought about all of the people I pray for. Snapped Lillian resting. All for now. Nice day!

Happy Birthday Papa Hall!

"Balloons by Simon Whitaker 2007"

First time I met “The Man” (as I liked to think of him back then) was the day I was introduced to his son. I had driven my little Chartreuse VW (Love Bug) Beetle through the busy streets of Washington, D.C., on my way from Virginia where I  resided with my Mother (we were best friends). Two weeks before I had finished working with a local dance band (floor shows), featuring two brothers both recording artists.

Quite by chance the young man I was dating, who was a clothing designer and enjoyed a studio with some of his artist friends, was key in introducing me to the artist who had painted portraits of another local recording group. Knowing I performed he said they were scouting local talent for recording purposes. He took my phone number and delivered it.

The guitarist drove out to hear us the last week of my performing with this band, at the 602 Club, located in Jessup, MD. He issued me an invitation to his and his partner’s studio as soon as I returned from a planned trip to Daytona Beach, FL. A friend of the family was racing his motorcycle in a big race and my Sister and I were to drive there together for a week of fun. It was the week The Doobie Brothers hit song “What A Fool Believes” was released. Continue reading