A Rene Magritte moment clouds in the head. Weather watch uncertain. Never tells the time. Truth is hands are free to grasp a pencil and draw a snowflake. Does not matter if I make mistake. No two are alike. What can go wrong. Happy solstice and holiday treats.
Hi Kimberly, thanks for noticing this line. I may have had this insight recently, putting myself in another’s shoes. Words are great, but maybe … just maybe they aren’t everything. The spell of the senses, wordless knowing are things of beauty.
Thanks for noticing this, Ann. Fellow muso! I had started to interweave things like this, snippets of chats and songs. I was rediscovering Tracy Chapman on song radio the other day from a friend's share. Lines sometimes stick in my head until I write them into a release.
Yes! Lyrics are poetry after all, and a great line will *sing* in my subconscious for days. Most mornings I wake up with a song already playing on my mind—magic how a song can do that and i literally had this particular song playing on repeat yesterday driving to work 💛
Yes to all of this. Songs sort of live in me too. And that's quite a coincidence about that song. Such an old one too. That's in the vein of Liz Gilbert's big magic thing. The whispers of creativity in the air, waiting for someone to catch them... make them ... reimagine them.
The whispers of the muse! Sometimes it’s time for a particular song-story-idea yeah! And it will tap us on the shoulder & see if we want to make something new from it. Big Magic is such a great book. I love the audiobook read by Liz.
I love anything that starts with a declaration of love and a recognition of the fleeting nature of life. Perfect. I hope you have a great Christmas Síodhna, and thanks for so much beautiful poetry and writing over the last year :)
A Rene Magritte moment clouds in the head. Weather watch uncertain. Never tells the time. Truth is hands are free to grasp a pencil and draw a snowflake. Does not matter if I make mistake. No two are alike. What can go wrong. Happy solstice and holiday treats.
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Yes. The lightning bolt. Shatters sound of silence. Good show.
“I build walls of words instead
surround us— with sound
where my arms should be.”
Such a powerful line. Makes me want to move through my day today without words, only reaching out with my hands and heart to touch and show gratitude.
Hi Kimberly, thanks for noticing this line. I may have had this insight recently, putting myself in another’s shoes. Words are great, but maybe … just maybe they aren’t everything. The spell of the senses, wordless knowing are things of beauty.
Oh yes, beautifully stated.
Merry Christmas, Síodhna! Your new friend from Athens sends all her love. 💛
Beautiful, beautiful poem and I loved all of the music. Thank you for that.
Lovely to hear you played them, Kathleen. And thanks for your lovely comment!
“sketch the fiction
of the space between”
i love how you let the lyrics weave a new poem. Just beautiful. This Tracy Chapman song is a favorite of mine, too! 💛🔥
Thanks for noticing this, Ann. Fellow muso! I had started to interweave things like this, snippets of chats and songs. I was rediscovering Tracy Chapman on song radio the other day from a friend's share. Lines sometimes stick in my head until I write them into a release.
Yes! Lyrics are poetry after all, and a great line will *sing* in my subconscious for days. Most mornings I wake up with a song already playing on my mind—magic how a song can do that and i literally had this particular song playing on repeat yesterday driving to work 💛
Yes to all of this. Songs sort of live in me too. And that's quite a coincidence about that song. Such an old one too. That's in the vein of Liz Gilbert's big magic thing. The whispers of creativity in the air, waiting for someone to catch them... make them ... reimagine them.
The whispers of the muse! Sometimes it’s time for a particular song-story-idea yeah! And it will tap us on the shoulder & see if we want to make something new from it. Big Magic is such a great book. I love the audiobook read by Liz.
I love anything that starts with a declaration of love and a recognition of the fleeting nature of life. Perfect. I hope you have a great Christmas Síodhna, and thanks for so much beautiful poetry and writing over the last year :)
What a lovely comment. So, so good to have connected here, Jonathan. I LOVE your work.
He he thanks for that! And right back atcha :)
Lovely poem. Just what I needed to read today.
Lovely to hear LeeAnn.
An absolutely stunning piece of writing! Thank you so much!