MORO BUDDY BOHN (1939 - 2023)

Some of the best musicians I've known are also writers of fine poetry. Moro's guitar spilled absolute beauty when his fingers touched the strings, and his pen ran the gamut, from deeply spiritual to whimsical storytelling when his compositions came out as words instead of breathtaking guitaristry. On this page, you'll find two of my favorites.

(All poetry on this page ©Moro Buddy Bohn)

THE SAILOR

My old friend is a sailor

From the crew of many boats.

In his face shine the answers

Taught by visions and horizons

Lit with precious understanding.

He's learned so many nameless lessons

From the risings

And the settings

Of the sun—this vagabond in me.

"What you see in me is you," he says,m

"for we never see each other—

Only ourself who is the other.

"And the sense of one and other

Cannot stand before the vision

In the mirror

One could think to be another."

(This poem is the frontispiece for Moro Buddy Bohn's book "KIN TO THE WIND")