Let Your Song Be… #poetry #music

Deep within my soul

there flows a faithful song

it started as a child

like a friend it tagged along

Whispers in the leaves

and echoes in my head

lingers in heart’s dreams

where daily it was fed

Growing like the falls

music’s river rushes on

deep within my soul

there flows a faithful song

“Without music, life would be a mistake.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche,

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
― Victor Hugo

“Let your song be delicate.”  Is today’s Poets United  (or not)  Prompt

I wonder what song your poetry  might sing…

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Hopeful For Spring #atozchallenge #photography #haiku

thatched twig bundle

winter’s shivering blanket

 dawning spring’s song

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Haiku: The traditional Japanese haiku consists of three lines. The first line contains five syllables, the second line contains seven, and the last line five. The traditional subject-matter is a description of a location, natural phenomona, wildlife, or a common everyday occurrence. The haiku seeks to capture the qualities of experiencing the natural world uncluttered by “ideas.”

I have learned that an excellent haiku tells a story.

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“The soul has illusions as the bird has wings; it is supported by them.”

Victor Hugo

Thanks to poetry soup for info on poetry forms.

Dickens – ya’ Digg?

What would writers of old do with this new technology?

What would Victor Hugo have thought of Twitter? Would he be following 10,000 by now or would he say “the ____ with those bird people.”

One of my favorite writers is Dickens. What the Dickens would he do with Tumbler other than to mix a drink? His sole use for Digg[ing] would be burying a character.

I’m certain Tolkien studied webs to get  Shelob’s lair just right. Would he take time to study – or surf the Web?

George MacDonald, a pastoral writer in the 18th century, would not understand how to write about clouds today. His clouds traversed the heather hills of Scotland.

What are today’s  writers  to do?

As a writer I ‘m told get yourself out there, become a social media maniac. I used to be a nocturnal writer now I’m a nocturnal tweeter.

Remember when windows were something you opened to let a soft breeze into your room? And a posterous would be a misspelling of something following you.

What about when you told your significant other I need “my space.” “Well honey go right ahead the computer is all yours.”

I guess a Facebook would have been one of those picture books you could stick your face or your kid’s face in.

I was talking to Derek Haines (who always manages to get named in my blogs) ; we were talking about a joint effort – in the 60s you know where that would have gone.

Do you know I am forgetting how to spell. I spell:  “great” – Gr8 ; “by the way” – BTW; ” lost in the fog” – LITF!

I’m a stickler for correct spelling but soon  my goldfish will have better spelling than me.

If I’m going to digress, I might as well share my favorite – Delicious. We used to go to the ice cream parlor get the works with gobs of stuff on top and that was delicious! How can something you can’t taste be delicious? Though some may have learned to transcend space and time and slip into a cyber world with delicious stuff – I haven’t learned that trick.

Can someone  please tell me how I can get out my window into the~ “real time?”

photo:  lanchongzi (license creative commons)