Deaf Girl in a Powerful Song

 

Khatia Buniatishvili at Piano

I found another world in my deep pockets.

I reached in my hand for my keys, and I pulled out a distant dream.

I was no longer the person I remembered.

I was a deaf girl in a powerful song.

I could feel and see the sounds like colors.

When I tossed my arms into the air the pinks and blues wisped up with me like scarves in the wind.

The more I kept in motion the more it was like a dance.

Time seemed to be frozen and moving soft and slow,

 for that moment was all there was to know.

I twirled and raised my hands

I no longer needed the words.

The rumbles of the beat were all I needed to hold,

but all who sleep soundly eventually do wake up.

Sometimes dreams are for sleeping and others are for living.

Now I blindly search for words to write to a song I have never heard.

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🎶Note:

I really struggled writing this week. Not sure why I am having such a dreadful dry spell, but the last few months have been brutal that way.  On a positive note, I am delighted we had such a wonderful response this week to the theme. Thank you everyone!

Have a great week writers!

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A Lullaby I Shall Sing to You and Me

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Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music. ~Ronald Reagan

I dare you to go truly live outside your own front door

Step beyond the side walk’s edge

Venture past the corner store

Drive on down to the county line

Speed past the city

And then take some time

To live to dream to sing to be

Under the blue sky wild and free

I dare you to listen to each song

And then dance and loudly sing along

Don’t just sit and watch the band

 get a tambourine

 move and clap your hands

While you live and dream and sing and be

Under blue skies wild and free

I dare you

to truly live

I dare you

And I dare me!

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

I Remember You in Melodies

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Melody is, and ever will be, the very flower of music. ~August W. Ambros

I remember you in melodies

After silence has finally let go

Songs my heart still carries

from a life I once had known

thoughts conjured up like spirits

from a beat that was all our own

dancing on the beach barefoot

holding hands the whole way home

I remember you in lyrics

As the old Victrola plays our song

Where kisses linger so softly

The ones we shared all night long.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Our Song

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There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William P. Merrill

I used to sing to the world

belting ballads to trees and birds

and anything that would listen

now the world sings to me

belting a ballad straight in my direction

I am learning to listen

with my heart.

The Songwriter

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~The singer sets the song to flight, but it is the songwriter that gives it it's wings.~


Raise your voice friend
raise it high
let the notes reach
from dawn to night
like a sparrow up in the sky
it has a song and it has to fly
it carries a story under it's wings
and pays it forward when it sings

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Raise your voice child
sing it loud
live your dreams
and live them proud
like a sparrow up in the sky
it has a song and it has to fly
it carries a story under it's wings
and pays it forward when it sings

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Raise your voice dear
cry out true and strong
give love meaning
give it song
like a sparrow up in the sky
it has a song and it has to fly
it carries a story under it's wings
and pays it forward when it sings



Dedicated to Amber Whitworth and Vicki Rogers, two beautiful songwriters I know and love.

When Players Play

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"Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart."
~Phyllis McGinle

Why was your love always a cadence in E minor with a sad melody quick to come to a close?
Did you not see me here with my strong voice always holding every note?

The piano that I loved is abandoned now lost and quiet like feathers when they fall.
These days the only tone that rings out is your cell phone, but it won't be me who calls.

My love would have played you an orchestra with trombones and drums as I dance and I sing.
But all you wanted was a player piano and loud sex that technically had no strings.

The Sound The Moon Makes

Think Tank Prompt # 7

There is a sound the moon makes when it takes up a fool's eyes.

It is louder than a train wreck, yet quieter than a cry.

There is a sound the moon makes when it is in a child's view.

It is louder than a herd of elephants, yet smoother than a flute.

There is a sound the moon makes when it fills a lover's sky.

It is louder than Beethoven, yet softer than a sigh.

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