Welcome to First Line Lyric Thursday where I pick a lyric line and use it as the first line of a poem, up this week:
Song: Something Wild — Lindsey Stirling, et. al. Line: “that’s when something wild calls you home”
Sounds of a Seashell
That’s when something wild calls you home When I put a seashell to my ear and hear the haunting siren’s song voices in my head calling “come home, please come home” as waves whisper my name, stirring my soul with dreams filled with the scent of salt air, the brush of seaweed, and freedom the symphony of breaking surf underscoring the cry of gulls my toes licked by sea foam a lover’s musky pheromones speak to a need, deep in my soul to see again that vast horizon I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes rushing back, the days I chased the sky into the ocean and the nights when something wild called me home
The idea here is I’m taking one line from a song and making it the first line of a poem. I have oodles of “prompts” in my jar, time to use them. This week’s song is “Beautiful Day” by Joshua Radin and the line I’ve chosen is the first line of the song, “Gonna wash the dust off my soul.” Here we go.
Gonna wash the dust off my soul rise up once again from night’s dark hole with brilliant colors, the portrait’s drawn twenty-four hours too quickly gone this day is mine to live as I will mine to use for good or for ill so many days are wrecklessly lost when hate and anger ignore the cost with love and light my spirit grows as I wash the dust off my soul
Gonna wash the dust off my soul Gonna listen to some rock ‘n’ roll No cares, come what may I’m making a beautiful day
Gonna drive my car to the sea Swim out far cause I believe That waves will wash the grey away I’m making a beautiful day Let me hear you say
Ooh, oh oh, my my I’m learning to fly Hey, hey, what’s that you said Let’s not forget we’re alive
Gonna climb that hill behind my house See what this place is all about Cause from above it all, you can’t help but say It’s gonna be a beautiful day It’s gonna be a beautiful day But let me hear you say
Ooh, oh oh, my my I’m learning to fly Hey, hey, what’s that you said Let’s not forget we’re alive
Gonna turn my enemies into friends What’s broken gets stronger when it mends When we all come together, this song will play We’ll sing, it’s a beautiful day That’s gonna be my beautiful day
Oh oh, my my I’m learning to fly Hey, hey, what’s that you said Let’s not forget we’re alive, that we’re alive
As 2020 draws to it’s close and the new year beckons, I pause for reflection. It’s been a year of changes, oh so many changes. Pain, frustration, fear and general ickyness abounded. But like each of her sisters before her, 2020 has also been filled with joy and promise. I’ve had better years, but I’ve also had worse and the older I grow, the more I realize that every year, every day, has it’s share of Sacred, ordinary moments. I look forward to 2021, to finding the magic in the mundane, the beauty in the chaos, the mystical in the everyday. Farewell 2020, thank you for the blessings. Welcome 2021, thank you for the unknown gifts that are waiting to be discovered. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
“I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time All the things I’ve done, how it’s been And I can’t help believing in my own mind I know I’m gonna hate to see it end
I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain Spent a night or two all on my own I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends And spent a night or two in my own home
I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass the pipe around
Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow? What about our dreams and all the memories we share?
The days they pass so quickly now, nights are seldom long Time around me whispers when it’s cold The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile It turns me on to think of growing old
For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do So many things my mind’s never known I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away And dance across the mountains on the moon
I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all It’s really fine to have the chance to hang around And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady, sit and watch the sun go down
Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow? What about our dreams and all the memories we share?” ~John Denver
~ all lyrics are the product of my memory. Any discrepancies or divergences from actual fact should not be viewed as errors but as all natural variations proving that I did, in fact, live through the 60’s~
I don’t know if you believe in Christmas Or if you have presents underneath a Christmas tree But if you believe in love That will be more than enough For you to come and celebrate with me For I have held the precious gift that love brings Even though I never saw a Christmas star I know there is a light I have felt it burn inside And I have seen it shining from afar
Christmas is the time to come together A time to put all differences aside And I reach out my hand to the family of man To share the joy I feel at Christmas time
For the truth that binds us all together I would like to say a simple prayer That at this special time you will have true peace of mind And joy to last throughout the coming year
And if you believe in love That will be more than enough For peace to last throughout the coming year And peace will last throughout the year.
There is a magic in nature that soothes the soul and refreshes the heart reminding us we’re just one part of a greater whole
A child dreams of magic dancing in the spring grown-ups long for love when did we forget that they’re the same thing
Crystal — Stevie Nicks
About the pic, snapped in October (spring in NZ) Queenstown Botanical Park, Queenstown, NZ I fell in love with this orchid-like flower. I believe it is an “Orchid Lights” variety of rhododendron based on the stamens and huge size of the “shrub” which was well over two meters tall.
Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Santized ~JP
Today’s words: Time, Grass,Bird,Steel, Break,Highway,Chronaxie– the least amount of time the brain must send a signal to a part of the body for it to actually take action, Romance,Smooth,Spoon,Indigo,Bluster
Running at breakneck speed down the highway of romance bodies spooned together smooth coolness of spring flowers
in less than a chronaxie, hearts falter as emotions bluster against the ravages of time on the indigo sea of tears abandoned and alone
on a bed of steel grass the black bird caws it’s haunting refrain a bawdy counterpoint of pain
Seven Spanish Angels — Ray Charles & Willie Nelson
Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Sanitized ~JPP
My life is full of blessings even though the snow is messing with my plans, leaving me guessing I find my self honestly confessing I miss the sun’s warmth caressing though Summer heat can be oppressing and humidity is too depressing So I’ll cloak myself in winter’s dressing warm and snug to contemplate my blessings
Awoke to several inches of snow this morning when a spring squall moved in. A few more inches since then. It’s been a quiet day, roads and sidewalks are slick with melting then refreezing run off. My exercise today has consisted of an indoor walking video, and shoveling the front walk twice plus a short walk to the garbage cans. Good enough.
I am reminded today that one of my goals has been to acknowledge the blessings this pandemic panic has brought my way. I gaze out my window at the snow covered trees, bushes and roads and contemplate the blessing of a warm snuggly home. I was able to pick up groceries yesterday, have ordered more on-line and have a stocked pantry to see me through until those orders arrive. Blessings, oh so many, many blessings fill my world every day, it is humbling to contemplate. Blessings to you my friends.
Well it was bound to happen and it did. I finally had a system melt down. I’ve kept the stress and anxiety bottled up, dealt with the pollen and weather changes, the drippy sinuses and the coughing. Apparently my body and mind have had enough and yesterday I just threw in the proverbial towel. I spent the major portion of 24 hours asleep. I sat in the recliner and snoozed most of the day, ate only sparingly, and was in bed by 6:00 pm. I feel better today but still somewhat drained. I am reluctant to take the immune suppression drugs I normally take for this since they basically squash my immune system and I’m not sure that’s such a good thing right now.
We got out for a good walk early this morning before the clouds, wind and … people. I swear if I get out of this crisis without a full-blown case of agoraphobia I’ll be doing really well. It’s already nuts as I’m washing and sanitizing my hands so much they’ve dried out to the point of cracking and bleeding. OK, OK, it’s also partly caused by Sjogren’s but c’mon I can blame it on Covid Prevention Paranoia, symptoms include excessive washing and sanitizing, fear of anything not clearly (and personally) sterilized, man I need an autoclave! Oh well, as they say:
“This too shall pass it may pass like a kidney stone but it will pass.”
From Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “beside you.” Write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!
What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 9
The quarantine continues, our governor has asked for more business closures. We’re holding up OK here although we’ve got “new” campers in the park who have been asked to self quarantine for 14 days, don’t know how compliant they’re being but, hey we’ll see.
Linda has asked us to write about what’s “beside you” when you read this prompt. For me, it is my ever present coffee/tea cup directly to my left hand; my window open to my right letting in some sunshine. That window becomes more and more important to me the longer I’m “inside.” We still get out a bit for walks very early in the morning before everybody invades our little spot of solitude but have been curtailing those a bit due to my continuing cough.
Outside my window the wind blows, robins squabble over tasty worms, bunnies sample tender green shoots of grass, trees sway, their branches dancing in the Spring winds dotting the ground with pine cones oblivious to the worries of humans
The April Fools — Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick vocals