Description: Hello, world! How’s the new year treating you so far? For me it’s been pretty quiet, though the year is packed with possibilities… One of those possibilities is writing more; I am officially setting the goal of posting one piece a week — so expect more from me!
What’s with me and starting the year with rather unhappy pieces? Maybe it’s just purging myself of the stress of the year… But anyway, something that came to me last night.
I try to pretty my voice with flow’ry metaphors
And catch your attention with clever rhymes
But I can’t hear the music playing
And without that I’m lost
So many people hear songs in life
The mixed up rhythms of day to day
While I’m trapped in words roboticized
Stretched beyond sincerity
Where not everyone can reach
I long for the life of a lyricist
Who can capture a life in a minute or two
And send it out to the masses
Who think themselves the writer
It’s one thing to study the masters
Another to live your life and capture it
Bottle it and send it off
To loved ones and strangers
How can I succeed when others tell my story
Better than I?
And tell it so prettily –
In syllables like waves
Both predictable and unexpected
In their undulating flow
Oh, if only I heard the music
If only you could touch my soul
Teach me your music?
I need it to feel whole