Hear the Music (a love poem)
The singer sings his song,
And wants the world to sing along,
Though the world has gone all wrong,
And the darkness stays too long.
The singer warms and croons,
Under bright romantic moons,
And carries hopeful tunes,
To the listening dolts and loons.
Can a song bring truth to light?
Can it help us win the fight?
Does it ease the world’s plight?
And set the wrongs aright?
Yes a song can save the world,
Though the truth must be unfurled,
And the listeners’ ears are twirled.
So the hurts will all be pearled.
Okay, okay… goofy poetry, I know. That’s the way I am. I have a goopy-sappy-goofy faith in the power of words. I call the chapters of my fiction Cantos because I believe them to be musical compositions and pieces of poetry. Ooh, what a goof that I am! But I really do believe that the words of a song, the stories in a book, or the beat of a poem can save lives, change worlds, and make all things better. Why would I believe that? Because words and ideas have power. And as I feel my mortality creeping nearer and nearer, I am feeling more and more power in my words. I almost have to burst into song like some sappy musical… like Camelot, like My Fair Lady, like Man of LaMancha. Like the stupid boy in the Paffooney, I have to sing. I have my impossible dreams.
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I DO relate. You can put me in the goofy club too! Age is a good thing, I am finding out. It makes one braver to say/write words when younger, no. Age brings strength of character and charisma to words. And age brings with it a Gift. Ya just honestly don’t care what anyone thinks so ya write what you want!
(((HUGS))),
Amy
What a lovely comment. Thank you. I seem to be getting older every day, but getting older makes me young again. How’s that for goofy?
Music and words have tremendous power to change people’s lives. In combination they can inspire people or reduce them to tears. I know many writers need music in order to get their words on paper. I personally feel a great release of emotion when I listen to certain songs, which I might have trouble releasing otherwise. Even though I may not understand the words sometimes, as in Nessun Dorma, the music and words together can .make me soar.
I’m so glad to know I’m not the only one. We all need to be dancing to the music of life.
“the beat of a poem can save lives, change worlds, and make all things better” Yes they can and this ‘goofy’ poem is cute and witty. And sure fun to read.
Thank you. I try really hard to be witty, but all that really amounts to is throwing a bunch of stupidity into the air and hoping it lands in all the right holes when it comes down.
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Yes, I have been writing epically bad poetry for a long time… This is an example from 2013.