Old Songs

[yakksoho]

Darling let's go singing with the bluebirds
While the smoke still drowns our lungs
If the morning wild wants to swallow us
___Well let it! For to-morrow
We'll choke when we should have
Sung -- The new words in the air are old,
Have passed between us in our eyes
Darling time flies away so young
And whose words among us belong to
Bluebirds, and drug us with promises
___Of to-morrow's swallows?
Oh! I'll choke on this fair stale air
But I'll inhale to dream the smoke of you
To-night, when the songs have flung us
Further left and right than birds fly
___No --- to-night I'll choke on
Lies of to-morrow's sorrows
The stories your bluebird told mine
All the old songs and the new words
The broken tunes between our eyes
--------- OK, darling, sing with me to-morrow
___Yesterday's young lies.

 

[RareForm]

wow... mellifluous and intricate wording. first thing i've read in a while, and damn if it doesn't make me want to read more.

perfect.

 

[Mary Poppins]

Most of your work I read as song, it's so lyrical and fluid.

Do you ever set any of your work to music?

It just has that rare combination of beautiful use of language with an infectious rhythm (to me).

I like the kind of twisted ballad nature of the piece...with the terms of endearment spliced with imagery of choking, asphyxiating etc.

great!

 

[yakksoho]

I am not musical so I do not set it to music, but poetry is my form of music in a way.
I too feel a lot of rhythm when I write or read the poetry of others. Even those that do not have rhyme or "structure"; any metre that does it will do me in.
Words are a song themselves, the music is part of the Universe.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Each piece of yours has a deliberate feeling that you work through the piece so well, never letting go fo that feeling. My dear I do beleive we will all look back and say this is one of the classics

if that isn't too offensive in itself

 

[(Wordy)]

Definitely a work of art!

Sound, rhythm, meaning, feeling... all as one.