Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 18 (song/writer)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Eighteen

Within these walls
of words, this writer
wants to discover
something more
than just meaning of
passage of time, of
echoes heard

This writer requires
each day’s song to be
sung, too, in hushed
undertones and simple
stringed chords; Poem
where music’s begun

Verse strummed lightly
in tune with focused
morning thoughts;
Gifts to self and friends,
the last notes ending
on fade, then forever lost

Note: This poem arrived slowly through the day, upon thinking of a song I wrote and recorded yesterday morning for my friend, Terry, after reading some of his posts about the quiet of isolation in the time of the virus. Terry works a farm in Kentucky and is a professor at the state university system. Both places have gone quiet, although his sheep farming is anything but.

Take a listen to the song demo: Beneath the Ruins (Lives the Sun)

Peace (singing it),

  1. This phrase: “requires each day’s song to be
    sung” struck me deeply. I just listened to the demo. So plaintive – “the story of these lost days.” Yet a song springs to life and I hear both mourning and gratitude in it.Today’s song of life. Not to mention the placating strum of an acoustic guitar … it is beautiful, Kevin, and haunting.

  2. Your poems and music are truly gifts to friends, and you are generous in your sharing. Thank you for a beautiful start to this morning in this strange time we live in.

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