August 23rd, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Singing Chantilly Lace

There are so many moments in life. Most are lost to the current of time. Others stand out with clarity after many years.


Singing Chantilly Lace
Bonus Poem for Day 235 – 20150823

The song was about Chantilly Lace.
She had the pretty face, ponytail hangin' down,
did a wiggle there while waiting for tea.

Across in the diner so long ago,
across from somebody so full of life,
improv show to the jukebox sounds,
Jerry Lee Lewis would have been so proud.

The pantomimes were the stuff of giggles,
flop the ponytail, circle the big old eyes,
made my young world go round and round.

The second stanza was even better,
in the groove with the mimicry.
Your joy was mine to experience,
singing to Big Bopper's tune.

The song was about Chantilly Lace,
a date between a guy and a pretty dame.
He was dollar short and a ride too late.

I also didn't have much money,
but I had your fair company.
I'd act funny cause that's how I was
when you sang Chantilly Lace.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Lyricist's Wish

I listened to music by Brett Anderson. His piano work almost brought me to tears. The stream of musical consciousness begs for written accompaniment, if words could ever match the beauty. The poem “Lyricist's Wish” is the outcome of my thoughts on the combination of music and words.


Lyricist's Wish
Poem for Day 236 – 20150823

To hear the notes, to write the words,
passion to share feelings with you.
Stirred by the stream of melody,
composition by fellow man.
Pale echo of music expressed
in ink spilled two dimensional
against the whole breadth
of an artist's musical work.

Is my effort sufficient?
Will it stir your heart and soul?
Mutterings of a lesser man,
the sideshow to the feature act.
To try will be my sole refrain,
while words are not enough,
they will speak my soul's inner self,
a thing worthy to meet music's grasp.

Fervent wish from the lyricist,
fondest results of their craft,
that the words may combined
with a song of matched melody.
In the end the words will soar,
held up by wings of music's tones.
Creation joined in blessed rapture,
to touch the heart and sing the soul.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.