Today is World Poetry Day my friends! It is a day to pull out your favorite poetry book, pay tribute to your favorite poets, read a poem to your children, your family or your Love! It's a day to promote the writing and teaching of poetry and to appreciate the local poets in your own community. I've been writing poetry since I was an angst ridden teenager in the 1980's. I really felt so alone and really depressed and it was just a way for me to get the fear and helplessness out of my head and onto a page. I never really showed anyone those writings but I do visit them sometimes and realize how far I have come. Thank goodness for poetry! Today I'm going to share a light hearted piece I wrote about people that writes songs. I am very jealous of songwriters because I love music and writing! I got a guitar a few years back for my birthday and I've tried to learn how to play that thing but I just don't make the time for it really. I know so many talented songwriter/singers and so I wrote this as a tribute to them and I think it's fitting today because, hey....a song is really just a poem put to music, right?!
I sat with my guitar
and tried to connect
strings and things
sound and voice
passion with words
love and regret
i felt a song
reached for the notes
powered an idea
pushed it away
watched it return
and welcomed it home
on the scribbled page
I cleaned the wood
banged the strings
transformed the air
clenched my teeth
and swallowed the chord
I made music
I listened to my heart
stretched my hand
climbed a scale
descended from the high
left a note behind
and apologized
for the loss
I turned the keys
tuned myself out
memorized the sound
followed a rhythm
and ran away
with the beat
I strummed a C
looked around
found another verse
put the pencil down
and sat alone
playing with my guitar
love and regret
i felt a song
reached for the notes
powered an idea
pushed it away
watched it return
and welcomed it home
on the scribbled page
I cleaned the wood
banged the strings
transformed the air
clenched my teeth
and swallowed the chord
I made music
I listened to my heart
stretched my hand
climbed a scale
descended from the high
left a note behind
and apologized
for the loss
I turned the keys
tuned myself out
memorized the sound
followed a rhythm
and ran away
with the beat
I strummed a C
looked around
found another verse
put the pencil down
and sat alone
playing with my guitar
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