SLAM!ME Round 8 Poem about how a song touches my heart. |
Horizons Strong fingers touch the strings - you are faceless you are nameless and yet you know me somehow at my most intimate core. Strumming - pling! I can hear the sound of your fingers moving across the strings plucking at my heart with each note pling! as if you are playing me my heartstrings my heartsong I hear a path - a winding path ... I am drowning in each note and each note drowns in me inside every cell every part of me even my breath duality oneness harmony swelling upon waves pling! pling! pling! light, airy sweet - then steady and strong as the simple melody lifts me up and carries me away far, far away - to a place deep inside of myself to the innermost me You move me bleed me enter my heart and take me away - take me inside and far away Your song so beautiful it hurts so achingly lovely my heart swells a tear meets my lips where I smile. ******************** I tried something different writing this poem. A favorite piece of instrumental music is a song called "Horizons" which appears on the Genesis Foxtrot album. This song has no lyrics, and no other instruments are playing - it's just a hauntingly beautiful guitar piece that lasts one minute and thirty eight seconds. I wondered what it would be like to "free associate" with this music, so I put on my headphones, hit play, closed my eyes, and rested my fingers on the keyboard. I played the song three times, and touch-typed words and images as they came to mind mind while I listened to the song. Then I opened my eyes, rearranged a few of the phrases, and was done. You can hear the song here: |