Thoughts-Art-Things
Every Beat
Every drum beat
as the trumpet cries
to my soul
keeps my pulse in rhythmic flow
Stopping short for the moments
which take my breath away
and flowing with the rhythm
tapping my feet in time
As my shoulders move
dancing in my seat
throbbing heart of joy
pleasures at the beats
This is what music does
capturing rhythm in my soul
enriching heart flow
taking my breath away
and bringing it back
Today’s poem is in response to this Prompt.
Let’s write a poem to this music from Herb Alpert – “Rise” What comes to mind with this music? Or perhaps a poem about what it means to rise up. Or maybe a poem about your favorite musician. The possibilities are endless! Of course, please share what you write.
Let’s write a lyrical poem. There have been a few times when I have written a poem which I thought could be put to music. Since I do not write music, I would need someone who does this to collaborate with me. Let’s give it a shot! Remember it doesn’t have to rhyme to become a song. Listen to some songs and you will hear what I mean. Of course, please do share your poem in comments by the poem or link. Thank you!
Around the turntable the vinyl spins, the little circle spindled
Needles tracking and magically, sounds of Kansas reach my ears
Dust in the Wind plays to my soul, creating thoughts and sending electric vibes
Dropping another hit mix to the table Janis belts out her heart
Cat waits his turn while I sing along with my girl
And this is how it is when music speaks to my soul
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This is a combination of prompts of my Kansas prompt for National Poetry Month and of the weekly Six Sentence Story prompt by Girlie on the Edge.
Who knows what tomorrow might bring.
The Spirit of Music Plays On
As I look at the tan shaded keys of the piano
Crackled dingey and peeling
Melodies are now memories
Of the time when elegance was about tea and piano time
When we all dressed proper and sang deep from the soul
Just as when we faced the hurricanes
We gathered at the farm
Secured the property
Gathered by the waiting piano
Until the master touched the keys
And all worries of wind and rain
Were belted out to calm the storms
And we survived
Our dear piano survived
Always leaving us with peace
Each day was another day of hope
Ballads and nursery tunes alike
Grew the spirit
Another moment to survive
Another moment to love
And as we faced the pandemic
The old soul piano was still there with us
Some have passed on
But the music remained
It comforted us as we once again gathered
And realized that all the riches of the world
Could not do more than the riches of knowing
We had each other
We still had music
We still had soul
Looking at the old piano
Abandoned by time and loss
I leave a yellow rose of joy
For time has leant more than anything else
And I am grateful for the song
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