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| The Song Writer |
The lyrics don't yet exist
as melody and harmony
have yet to tryst
a sip of beer, of burgundy,
a cafe vibe;
inspiration's urgency
awakens the inner scribe
and a word, a chord
begins to describe
a poet's horde
of passion and pain
stored
within, explored,
often with tears, adored.
by Margaret Bednar, February 11, 2018
I love my poetic group "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads". I am always challenged and I can't say my efforts are equally good, but it IS the exercise of stretching poetic muscles that inspires me. This is for "Fussy Little Forms - Terza Rima" When it comes to rhyme and "form" I tend to think my poetry gets a little cheesy. But this was fun - anyone can join the fun ... Click on the link and give it a try :)
9 comments:
This was fun read, the creation and evolution of a writing. Reminds me of our granddaughter, in the third grade, learning the elements of a fairy tale and putting the work to paper. I hope I get to read her production. She has the imagination, she and a few others are working on a production of "Little Red Riding Hood" to present to the first graders during a recess. Her big sister is a theatre major at Georgetown and weve seen one of her productions, she's seen two.
Got carried away there, but sometimes a poem or other writing does that to me. But I felt that I feel I should make sure you know about my picture. I put this on my FB:
"This picture was taken in a museum in the cellar of the Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte mansion (southeast of Paris about 61km). Imprisonment for Money, Powerm, and Politics."
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I really like how you took the challenge... when you work outside your comfort zone it actually get a really good.
I think you did a very good job!
Margaret, is that your son? I love this.
I love this! As Poets we can't help but express both passion and pain that resides inside of us!💞 Good to have you back, Margaret.
"inspiration's urgency
awakens the inner scribe
and a word, a chord
begins to describe
a poet's horde
of passion and pain'
Exactly. You've expressed this so beautifully
Such fitting words for a song writer, for a poet of music...Beautiful
Yes Marian, this is my son :)
I love the way you worked this form, Margaret The rhythm is light and the rhymes sing along so naturally. This is an amazing poem.
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