My computer is sick.
*sob*
I'm taking it in to the Apple Store this evening. Hopefully they can fix it (cheaply and quickly!)
Anyway...
I thought I'd share some of the poetry and song lyrics I've been writing lately. A lot of it is about strange topics, like Antarctica and flipping pencils. Some of these are incomplete. Some of them have tunes that I'm in the process of composing. All of them are random.
First of all, a rumination on poetry itself:
Poetry is what pours forth from your head, your heart, your hand as you sprawl on a window-seat and watch the world change colors and live, live like a sunflower and age as a stone and laugh like a toddler who has found a Daddy Longlegs in a crack in the wall, flow like clouds in a sunset or maybe it's a sunrise but it doesn't really matter, who cares, because your poetry belongs to you, not the library, not uncle, not the public unless you shout it from the rooftops in bold letters earning the right to call yourself
poet.
The Dancer
I lift my hands to the sky
Around and around I fly
My bare feet in the flowers
As my shadow cowers
But I am free,
Free, free.
My eyes are raised to the sun
As I twirl around and run
My heart soars as I leap
Though my shadow fear will keep
But I am alive
Alive, alive.
Kicking up Dust
On a summer Sunday -afternoon-
When I was only six years old
My mother sent me out to play
I went peacefully
But when I got outside
-and this was a sunny day-
I went out to the driveway...
Chorus:
Kicking up dust
Shuffling my bare feet
Kicking up dust
as I danced in the heat
Kicking up dust
I played and had lots of fun
Kicking up dust
and dirt and sand in the sun.
I was very dusty -it covered me-
Of course I had to have a bath
My mother sent me to the tub
I went peacefully
But when I got all dry
I dashed right back out the door
To the driveway for some more...
(Chorus)
Now that I am older -all grown up-
I know that I should not kick dust
My mother will not clean me up
I walk peacefully
But when I see a dirt road
'specially when it's sunny
I suddenly get all funny...
Final chorus:
Kicking up dust
Shuffling my shod feet
Kicking up dust
as I dance in the heat
Kicking up dust
I play and have lots of fun
Kicking up dust
and dirt and sand in the sun.
South Pole Dreaming
Waiting for the sun to go to sleep
As I watch with bleary eyes
I think I'll be counting sheep
For a really long time, I realize
'Cause this night
is a really long night
It'll last for months, it seems
How I love Antarctic dreams
Stars above in the velvet sky
Time to sit and wonder
why?
The sun has gone on his vacation
And I'm here at the South Pole Station
Dreaming of you...
In my everlasting Antarctic dreams.
It'll be a long, cold summer without you
Cooped up in this building with no room to run
I really don't know what I'll do
I really need to see the sun
'Cause this night
is a really long night
It's lasting for centuries, it seems
How I loathe Antarctic dreams.
Pencil
I walk into the classroom
Take a seat in the back
Wish I could hide in the bathroom
But then I see the guy in a black
t-shirt in the front row
Showing off how his pencil can fly
Around his fingers
And then I really have to try...
Flippin' it around
It hits the ground
again and again
What's the use of being prehensile
if I can't flip a pencil?
Stickers
When you're having a bad day
and the world gets you down
I take a smiley-face sticker
And turn that frown around
Stickers, stickers everywhere
On my wall and in my hair
I gotta have those tacky little pictures
I live in a world of stickers
It's just a small piece of life
To brighten the day and cheer the night
Stickers wait in my drawer
And whenever you're feeling poor
I break out my stickers
I've got 'em for every personality
They come from every nationality
To bring some whimsicality...
Stickers, stickers everywhere
On my wall and in my hair
I gotta have those tacky little pictures
I live in a world of stickers.
Midnight
Writing songs at midnight
You prob'ly think I'm crazy, right?
But when inspiration blows in
On the evening wind
And I hear the inklings of a song
I know, here I belong.
Whispers of lyrics chime in my head
How could I think of going to bed?
Now is the time for my ink to run
And my eyes both glint with imagination
As I feel the rumblings of a song
I know, here I belong.
This is the time when the world is alive
When the bullfrogs thrum
and the junebugs hum
and the sound of the wind on
the flagpole clanking
And a lonely dog across the lake
I know I was meant to make
music tonight...
At midnight.
All poems © 2010 Rachel H. Please don't copy or re-post without permission.
