Sending out a big thank you to Simon ( https://sfarnell.wordpress.com) for passing on the opportunity to once again
inflict…present my musical choices for five days. It’s day 1 of the Song Challenge. Enjoy!
HERE ARE THE RULES:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU. (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE.
Passing the baton to Rob at V Pub.
Beneath your soil lies the remains of dreams. Crystalline bodies sail bravely across your skies. You are an eternal contradiction of stormy nights and saffron days.
A handmade fence
runs along your dappled fields,
golden meadows and verdant grasses,
kaleidoscopes of spanning forest.
Bejeweled gardens hang behind walls
festoons of Ivy and stained glass monarchs,
the sparkling wings of honey bees.
A doe laps from a crystal spring,
that spills across rustic symmetry
to rivers and springs and a rushing sea
whose sparkling foam infused with life
breaks and rises to your warm embrace.
The man on the shore sits silently,
lost to the wonder of your poetry.
There is a bird whose song is the color of rainbows.
When he grieves his sighs fall like zeppelins,
when joyful his laughter is bright as an aurora.
His tongue drizzles honey down my throat and
it’s opulent verses penetrate my veins.
Sandpipers, we wade long rivers of light.
When he is thirsty he sips drops of dew
from my feathers that are dripping with
his colors and when adventure calls he
lifts his wings and flies away.
Thank you Syl ( Syl65@wordpress.com) for inviting me to participate in the five day song challenge. It was a pleasure to be included. Hope you enjoy this song by the Dixie Chicks, an American country music trio that has crossed into other genres.
Cowboy Take Me Away
I’m inviting anyone who would like to join in this fun challenge to do so!
A tremble in my heart,
you are an ache, a throb,
the stroke of copper lightening.
I have etched you in my lines
and in my margins swathed you
in resplendent hues of color.
Your voice is a tender quake,
your breath a hive of honey
in my throat.
I am a gentle tug you barely notice,
the lightness of rain showers on summer days.
A rushing wave washed upon your shore
where I have moored my soul to yours.
“Dreams are necessary to life”
The Girl From Ipanema
Thank you Syl ( Syl65.wordpress.com) for including me in this challenge, I am delighted to participate.
I am passing this on to L.T. Garvin.
I watched him stride down the boardwalk, sit down beside me. We people watched pale tourists turn pink in the sun. Light shown through his lips when they moved and his elegant hands lifted and dropped like majestic birds. In the long shadows of dusk his questions demand soft answers, sunsets slipping below the horizon or panties deftly trailed down shivering thighs. He is a sweet breeze over a tropical garden. He wants to be my lover but I said no. The seaside is enough for me, its salty wind lifting my chin.
art by Steve Hanks