Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful people,
I won’t greet you, because you’ve been here all along.
I’ve just written this. It’s a wonderful start to what will prove to be an amazing week for me. Despite the freshness of these verses, that first couplet exists somewhere at the beginning of another piece, which apparently didn’t work as well as this one does for me.
Theorists be warned, there are rhyming lines within. Going back to the preface to pulse–which I may present here later–the naysayers can denounce rhyme schemes all they want, but what they should do is realize that it all depends on your goal. Is your primary focus to make the reader think, or is it to make the reader twitch his or her backside a bit. This is just a vibe, a ditty, nothing for anybody to get riled up about at all.
I do hope this gives you pleasant thoughts, but that isn’t as strong as my hope that it makes you twitch your backside. I hope it’s the finger that points and says, “Go that way toward the music.”
Some would say this a song–and I would gladly listen to any attempts to show that–and it could be; still, these words strung together like this and spoken is no less of a song than it would be if they were sung. That doesn’t mean that, as poetry, it is something less, only something different.
Be beautiful today, friends. Want to be it and you will. And I’ll see you out there on those waves.
(And remember, it only takes a second to share it.)
we were born inside a song
we were born inside a song;
how cool is that?
we can play it all night long
and that’s a fact
we can strum the sweetest cords
and hum in place of words
and we can lie back heavy
and breathe sweetly in the cumupp
We can break lines where we want
and words in half
we can share space with the beauties
in their bath
we can see down endless rays
and ride on forever’s waves
and we can laugh ourselves
in negativity’s aftermath.
we can live inside the laugh
the soft-paced dance
we can lose ourselves in
the sharing and the trance
we can whisper secrets till
the world around does still
and feel safe that the moment
need not quickly pass.
And for what comes next
we can clip our verses soon
no need to contemplate
a deep sigh or a swoon.
No need to bid a friend adieu
nor to think about what waits new
when the whole world lives inside
in this four-walled room.