Thursday, 17 October 2013

the music in my head

my fingers pluck 

taut guitar strings, i shake 

off the labels people have of me: 

hardness, coarseness, shallow words

         &  let the beat inside me move 

         to roaring sea, wind, ever restless

         crescendo, then the lilt, slower drum

         beat, shoulders and hips sway & slump 

i should be writing about broken

emptiness, solemn grey clouds

messy fallen leaves, dirty city air  

but my hands strike a nerve of a mountain   

          & grips a rope to bring me 

          down on my knees, searching for fire:   

          that core that leans to the sun

          those tides that full moon smoulders 

                      the tilt of my gravity moves  

                      towards you, softer cadence, 

                      garden you spring  - from me, of me, with me

                      everything pours out in my music: 

                      another love song 





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub,
OpenLinkNight  - Thanks for the visit ~











46 comments:

  1. love the gentle sensuality in this.. and also the shaking off the labels others have... and just playing the music that is you...

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  2. So nice... when trying to write about the serious points... and all that comes is a love song... Very tender and nice.

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  3. I think perhaps if one loves each song one writes IS "another love song." Just beautiful, Grace.

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  4. This is a beautiful poem Grace! I like how you eventually end up writing a love song. "the tilt of my gravity moves / towards you" - lovely line!

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  5. always a love song...and that says much of your heart does it not...that you do let the circumstances dictate the music you sing....do you play guitar?

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    1. I wish but no I don't ~ My inspiration was listening to an interview by a musician who plays the guitar very well ~ He said becase he is in love, all he is writing and playing lately are love songs ~

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    2. hey you are back....smiles....hey when you got the love, you gotta sing it...smiles...

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    3. Yes, keeping the old URL, what a mess to change with a new one ~

      Thanks Brian ~

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  6. smiles- you "should be writing", true - what comes to mind and fingers moves you

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    1. Smiles, just like the pen ~ Thanks M ~

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  7. Lovely verses... I liked the changing vision as you indented some verses.
    The romantic nature of the poem worked really well. :-)
    -HA

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  8. Grace a very good reading. I especially liked, ' down on my knees, searching for fire:

    that core that leans to the sun

    those tides that full moon smoulders
    The imagery was very tight. >KB

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    1. Thank you KB ~ I love that part too ~

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  9. Love the meanings behind the images. A very sensual poem.

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  10. oh those labels, they can really do a person in - still trying to shake off something that happened two days ago, & am so glad to find your beautifully expressed poem here this afternoon...

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  11. O Gosh. I want to be there watching her play in public, eyes closed in this marvelous opening!

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  12. A poem full of inspiration - beautiful.

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  13. I love that you have the narrator stay true to their inner voice. You mentioned an interview and I think that famous people have so much more pressure to conform to labels. Even those of us without the burden of fame are encouraged to brand ourselves, stay on message, and be on display.

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  14. Oh yes, this is so sensual, but not in your face. Understated - a great tone and delivery.

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  15. Soft, tender, heart warming and so beautiful.

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  16. This is the "beat" of soft guitars, of love songs, (not silly) of silky nights and fragrant day - as if we all lived on the tip of the equinox forever. Very sweet.

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  17. A mixture of colored words, along with amazingly abstract imagination you have.

    The words on your poem beat a musical orchestra that the world will forever remember the beautiful sound, and images. :)

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  18. Sometimes we can only walk to the beat of our own drum..creating our own music

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  19. Finding our own way with a song in play to our own tune, works for this loon

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  20. There can never be too many love songs... sometimes I feel that in the end, that's what everything we write about comes down to, one form of love or another. Beautifully penned!

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  21. Absolutely Loved this! Sometimes it's best to let our music take us where it's wants to go. :-)

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  22. So maybe we watch out for the sang version!!!! I bet it would get all off the feet.... Good ability....

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  23. This is lovely Grace. A poem of self-love so beautifully expressed. I like the idea of being the music. It's nice to be a love song.

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  24. This writing is so sumptuous (?)...maybe not the right word. Your descriptions as you are "getting down" are brilliant and took me with you. Beautiful.

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  25. Wonderful, especially the core that leans to the sun and the lunar tides...........a beautiful read!

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  26. You are amazing! This starts in one way and ends in a totally different place. Wow!

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  27. So beautiful Grace, I feel the sway, hear the music... a gravitational pull through each line.

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  28. This is very lovely, Grace. You have the beat indeed. Indeed 'another love song.'

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  29. So so so beautiful Heaven, I think that you've managed to outdo yourself again, this stuff is incredible.

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  30. I should learn to create my own music in my head!

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  31. Beautiful rhythm in this poem! Very vital, full of life and happiness!

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