it all goes black the blues grab me
with their scorpion tails stab me
for light crave in a closed cocoon
you the glow of the sun, the moon
through a window
would the silence eat up a song
the notes of love could they go wrong
the chuckles are back and throbbin'
because you chirp like a robin
through a window
no noxious fume to choke my breath
life finds a way past every death
and through the chill of damp despair
you rejuvenate like fresh air
through a window
../original/z.g.
[ Ed :- L ine 8 - the heart chuckles back to throbbin' ]
Saturday, July 5, 2008
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Great song!
An intricate melody giving much space for thought. Nice.
I enjoyed the music here, too. Wonderful lyrics.
NIce
your words make me want to throw open my windows right now (which are closed due to the air conditioning)...fresh air & bird song are missed by me in deference to my a/c loving brood.
Marvelous melody throughout this wonderful poem, Zoya!
zg, thank you for your poetic thoughts this day! And thnak you for commenting at my OSI post! :)
"would the silence eat up a song..." Wonderful line.
This should be sung to a blues rhythm! Very nice.
"life finds a way past every death
and through the chill of damp despair
you rejuvenate like fresh air"
Wow, terrific lines.
Yes, very much like the Blues.
Thank You.
A wonderful song.
The blues!
Had me snappin my fingers... a delight!
Very nice, indeed!
I like the repeating line, a good technique and you use it well
ahhh i love this! the rhythm matches the content so well
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in a strange land..Everyone Of U i Thank..
could be a love poem to a lost love or an ode to the blues, either way, it's a wonderful twist of words and verse, if I would I dare to read it out loud, I might just feel the sorrow infuse in their meaning
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