RUSH

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Driving  my car in the morning light
turning on the radio to the sound of RUSH
we have freewill, can we decide right
sunrise arrives in stillness, a silent hush

Turning on the radio to the sound of RUSH
the melody closing in, closer to the heart
sunrise arrives in stillness, a silent hush
in the distance the moon slowly departs

The melody closing in, closer to the heart
my tears fall, listening to a love song
in the distance the moon slowly departs
wiping my eyes, I softly sing along….

My tears fall, listening to a love song
we have freewill, can we decide right
wiping my eyes, I softly sing along
driving  my car in the morning light

 

written for Writer's Digest April-pad-challenge day 3

writing a poem to a musical act or artist poem

I decided to write to the band Rush as I heard
them on the radio today.

PS.  I have been following the April-pad challenge at Writer's Digest

You and I (eye)

"Eyes Without Face" by Robin Isely (Muse #98)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in a room with a different view
walls colored with a melancholy hue
my heart softly sings the blues

how many eyes have been weeping

filling the chamber, with muted tones

while the world has been sleeping

art is about perspective, what do you see

tears of sorrow in the scope of my vision

can I ever be what you need  me to be

portraits of you, portraits of me

portraits of us and all the people in between

tears spill from the canvas of life

in a room with a different view

walls colored with a melancholy hue

my heart softly sings the blues

entering the doorway of perception

haunting images of  faceless cries

windows to the soul, our truest reflection

paper boats float in yesterday's streams

drowning in a river of unknown tears

dry your eyes, time to find new dreams

portraits of you, portraits of me

portraits of us and all the people  in between

tears spill from the canvas of life

Posted for The Sunday Muse

Thank you for visiting

May all your tears be tears of joy! 

After The Rain - I'll Sing A Refrain

"After the Rain" by Cyril Rolando

It started with a singular tear
soon a river began to flow
after the rain, my head will clear

beyond the ridge sunlight appears
my eyes seek a higher plateau
it started with a singular tear

there's a song in my heart I hold dear
standing on the bridge, casting woes
after the rain, my head will clear

what lies beyond this earthly sphere
there's a place my soul seems to know
it started with a singular tear

perhaps, it is life's storms, I fear
today's, a new day,  I'll take it slow
after the rain, my head will clear

forever;  holding my dreams near
there's a song I knew long ago
it started with a singular tear
after the rain, my head will clear

written for the The Sunday Muse
sharing with Poets United


Peace & Thanksgiving 

Tears Freeze on Forest Trees

free wallpaper

just riffing thinking out loud
i am just drifting in a cloud

passing through heavenly portals
as if, I were more than mortal

beyond dark skies flying high
where the magpie passes by(e)

devouring yellow moon cakes
creating angels out of snowflakes

into a realm of wonder I am drawn
lucid dreaming before new dawn

poetry scattered in morning frost
internal/external rhymes are lost

mourning crows cover frozen trees
teardrops fall in winter's freeze

snowy owl swoops across the land
shifting views, hard to understand

Shed a tear...

"Rain" by Lev Razumovsky.

 

In the watershed

she stores hope for the future

in wooden buckets filled to the rim

with salted tears that fell from the sky...

If you asked her how many or why

she would  simply  sigh & reply

"too many"

she dances in the rain barefoot

water  drenching her skin

filling every pore...collecting

raindrops...with each beat of her

heart...holding dreams close to

her breast  for fear they might

slip away...

if you asked her again how many or why

she would simply sigh & reply

"as many as it takes"

In the watershed

she stores hope for the future

when the river runs dry and the

land &  her people  are thirsty

she will open the door

and give them a drink

filling  their cup to the rim

who is she I do not know

but, I wish her well

Poets United - Midweek Motif

Watershed Moments