Songs - the other poetry

[Deb]

Ok - guess it's a love song this time..........

A Summer's Morn  

She takes my hand
   as only she can.
Her touch so warm
   like a summer's morn. 

There by my side
   she becomes my guide.
I close my eyes
   the outside world dies. 

     She keeps me safe
     helps me stay strong.
     My life's becoming a Love Song. 

She dries my tears
   laughs at my jokes.
She knows my fears
   fills me with hope. 

     She keeps me safe
     helps me stay strong.
     Wrapping me in a Love Song. 

Uses words that soothe
   calms me with her truth.
She's always there
   keeps me in her care.  

     She keeps me safe
     helps me stay strong
     I'm living a Love Song. 

She takes my hand
   as only she can.
Her touch so warm
   like a summer's morn.

AJ,

Thank you for sharing this. The song, the words, your voice all lovely. Truly sweet.

I have a steel string Gibson and a little Italian classical guitar. I broke a string, didn't have a spare, and somewhere along the line, I've let it drift out of my life. Haven't picked up either in years and I love the sound of a guitar - it's like a scent on my ears.

I truly appreciate homegrown music.

Thank goodness for modern technological guitar tuners or I would have never get mine tuned. I only know one chord and accidentally play by ear, badly, and I used to teach music as a consultant to elementary school kids. Ha! Hey, they had the money and faith in me so I ran with it. For someone who had only taken one guitar class at adult community college,  I did some great things in my role as an elementary music teacher in the six, short months I had the gig. 


Cheers!
~Deb
 

[ajduclos]

Hi Deb - glad you got an opportunity to listen to the song and wrap yourself up in it.  Glad you liked it.  

Guitar is a very lovely instrument.  So much fun to learn to play.  You should pick it up again and teach yourself what you taught those elementary school kids.  I love your description "like a scent to my ears" !!!!!!!!

I also have learned without formal training, mostly by ear, mostly by looking up chords for tunes I know and having fun playing them.  And then tunes come to me so I write rudimentary music, which then leads me to write lyrics.  Most of my songs are sparked by the music, but not always - sometimes the lyrics brings on the music. 

Anyway, I have a lot of fun with it.  The process of recording is daunting, well, for me, anyway.  Too many things to monitor while recording, so some of the spontaneity disappears.  But this kitchen table recording thing is kinda neat.

I've got lots of other recordings, some on websites, but many are not on any website so I can't post them here.  If you like you could send me a "private message" (top right on this forum) with your email and I could send you some MP3's.

NaPo was a blast - it was tiring, sometimes trying, but we all wrote a lot and all got to read a lot.  Some amazing poetry was posted, and some of yours was just splendid.  Keep writing, if for no other reason than it's good for the soul.

Be well, Deb

Aj   




       

 

[Deb]

Will do, AJ.
Thank you.

You take care.

~Deb

[hanahana]

it is good and touching

[ajduclos]

Glad you enjoyed - thanks for the positive feedback.

Gee - it's been forever since I last added a song on this site.  Been a whole lot of water over dam since last time.  Of late I've been working on farm related writings, and I was reminded of this poem/song I wrote and recorded in 2017.   Enjoy.



Original recorded version of the lyrics:

 Winter's Work 

The crunch of the snow
Steam from the barn
Hoves shuffle ill at ease...
Before the new day's dawn
The Matrons will be relieved 

Kerosene lanterns
Hands warmed on teats
The clang of the pails...
Cats gather under foot
Await their fair share 

     Smoke drifts from the chimney
     Thru the window candlelight
     Pots and pans work the stove
     The farm house stirs with life 

Eggs in the basket
Feed cast about
The girls cackle their tales...
Coop and stalls mucked clean
Fresh water hay and grain 

     Winter's work continues
     Rhythms to maintain
     Much yet to be done
     Before it's Spring again 

Warmth from the cookstove
Wood fire in the hearth
Kettled sustenance fills the air...
Socks darned in her lap
Bear greases his boots 

Daytime dusk dims
Early moonbeams snow dance
The great ladies again await...
Milk muck and feed
Repeat before daybreak
 
 
 

 

[AlienFlower]

I just discovered your songs, AJ, and have been enjoying them so much—really like the winter farm description. And thanks for your comments and stimulating discussion on different kinds of poetry and reasons for writing. Love "Keep writing, if for no other reason than it's good for the soul."

Jackie

[ajduclos]

Thanks for your comments, Jackie.  I'm glad you liked the tunes, and some of my ramblings.

It was wonderful to see you on Thursday's Zoom with Marc Woodward.  He was wonderful and so polished and seemingly at ease.  I could have listened for hours.

Be well.

Aj