(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 heardThis writer requires
each day’s song to be
sung, too, in hushed
undertones and simple
stringed chords; Poem
where music’s begunVerse 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),
Kevin
A thoughtful and meaningful poem with a sense of quiet and peace that is not in most people’s minds right now!
hard to find these days …. thanks for taking time to visit and comment, Celia
Kevin
Love the sing demo! so much talent. Wow! That’s all I got.
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.
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.
They are such gifts.
“When the world goes quiet…” such a beautiful song with a poetic flair to accompany your poem, Kevin.
Thank you. Those were central lines to the lyrics that the song was built around …
Kevin