She weaves the words that wrap me in a deep endangered sadness,
blanketing the very thoughts that my soul songs are wrapped in.
There’s nothing here but yesterdays. Those wonderments are fading
but dreams still dream and hands still reach for faith and hope, peacemaking.
There will be a thousand stories.
There will be a thousand glories.
There will be something far beyond this world we’re living in.
Without this mass of call and craft behind creative bend
that pounds my heart and pulls me in and pushes pen again
these mortal words–these secrets sweet–these prayers that go unanswered
stay locked beneath a weave of words, held tight and held unransomed.
There will be unending hope and
there will be soul locks that open.
There will be a rush for more and more and breath that goes unbroken.
There will be a line and letter.
There will be a faith unfettered.
There will be a song in every word and rhyme and beat and measure.
I do and I don’t want to hear the music to this… These lyrics are powerful and sing themselves, even if you never put them to music. But at the same time, I’d love to ‘hear’ your mood for this song.
The lyrics also make me wonder who “she” is. A person…your muse…your heart? Maybe a combination? You don’t have to say. It’s fun to ponder without knowing.
yes. “she” is a person…. I read some of her stuff a few weeks ago, and this sort of oozed out of me afterwards. Like she called it out of me. Like a siren.
As a poet… I’m just in awe of these words. Powerful.
I’m almost tempted to say don’t sing them and leave it without a melody… but then again, I’m a poet, not a song writer (and yes, I know that poems are lyrics without melody….)
I LOVE IT.
Thank you Bajan. I think music is the courtship of poetry and cries, or laughter, or squeals. The melodic emotion bonds with the lyrical words right there against our eardrums.
I’ve been refining my lyric writing for some time now. I guess those tips can just as easily be applied to poetry.
Not every song has melody of its own. Each heart can sing it for itself.
i think you’re right about that. sometimes, the words are enough.
you’re kinda good at this songwriting thing
beautiful mandy. i hear a haunting melody, but with a slight whimsical bit about it. hard to explain whats in my head.
i know.
I’ve been practicing.
Thank you, Tam
There will be a line and letter…
The writer in me just loved that line. I loved the whole thing, too.
Thank you Bethany. Your words mean a lot to me because I know you are a wordsmith.
I’ve read a lot about writers (songwriters) who spend the first few waking moments writing whatever comes to mind. These words were the fruit of that labor, so to speak. Early in the morning, my brain operates in a way that it doesn’t hit the rest of the day. I’m learning to maximize that, with the help of my favorite brew, of course.
what’s your favorite brew?
and oh yessssss….. about the lyrics:
i love what you’ve done. i think your writing here probably jives with my mind more than any other thus far.
Starbucks Natural Fusions Caramel. With a caramel/vanilla creamer. And a tiny bag of Stevia.
Loved your poem, many very creative phrases.
“deep endangered sadness” “Those wonderments are fading” – What makes sadness “wonderful”? or is it your “soul songs” that wonderments refer to?
“these prayers that go unanswered” “held tight and held unransomed” – If I am making the right connect, how are unanswered prayers “unransomed”?
I enjoy reading your poetry as much as listening to your songs.
Oh I LOVE these questions!!
Verse 1: Wonderments = things that inspire a child-like awe… There’s nothing “awe-inspiring” around… But there’s still hope that awe will be inspired.
Verse 2: Without the calling and crafting to be a creative person, I’m unable to really release prayers from my soul. Prayers unanswered are often spoken under-breath, not released for the world… Because we want to “protect” God from His own unanswering. So prayers unanswered are often concealed, hidden, locked away, imprisoned inside us.
Thanks for asking. You actually helped me bring some clarity to what I wrote before the sun ever came up a few weeks ago!
Two thumbs up, girl.
Thank you. I’m reading it with fresh ideas today. Interestingly, these words are striking me as someone else’s.
“There will be a song in every word and rhyme and beat and measure.”
My early morning time {listening, abiding, pondering} defined {as recorded in my heart} … ♥
(And I agree with Tam regarding the melody!)
Maybe I will put it to music then.
Thanks for the words.