Tuned In

the hustle and bustle around me
a layer i observe but don’t hear
isolated from the bubbles of others
trying to assimilate

there goes my gently bouncing head
the shoulders follow in synchronicity
to the rhythm of the music

i settle into the warm pocket
of my own construct
this created isolation

smooth vibes
smiles
ease

swaying in this soothing world
the melodies touching my soul
moving slowly through lyrical liquid

if only i didn’t ever have to put my phone on airplane mode

Originally posted August 16, 2018 on I Write Her. Published today with revisions.

Award-Worthy

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Stupendous & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #253

Enough already!! What the hell is going on? Why doesn’t the phone ring stop? I’ve pressed all buttons.

Because once you hang up on one, the next one comes in. That happens when you produce something stupendous; everyone wants your ear to make the next big deal, feature you, or showcase you for their benefit. Revel in it, darling, for you may end up a one-hit-wonder. There’s been a ton since the beginning of the music industry. You know how this business is—so fickle. So enjoy this while it lasts, and for goodness’ sake, start working on your next hit!

Heartbreak

Redux

My pain is nestled in these lyrics.
Bringing back those days of hurt so acutely, so clearly.
Wounded beyond repair, devastated by the despair.
The US once my cure for loneliness, no more.
Shattered in an instant.
Unease in my core, life flickering out of my heart.
Every moment of remembrance takes me back when you split US into two.
I fear I’ll need a lifetime’s worth of healing to get back my equilibrium.

Clouds part
Just to give us a little sun

There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love

There’s a limit to your care
So carelessly there
Is it truth or dare?
There’s a limit to your care

I love, I love, I love
This dream of going upstream
I love, I love, I love
The trouble that you give me
I know, I know, I know
That only I can save me
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
Right down the road

There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love

I can’t read your smile
It should be written on your face
I’m piecing it together
There’s something out of place
Oh

I love I love, I love
This dream of going upstream
I love, I love, I love
The trouble that you give me
I know, I know, I know
That only I can save me
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
Out on the road
Because there is no limit
There’s no limit
No limit, no limit, no limit
Limit to my love

Songwriter: Leslie Feist, Jason Charles Beck
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Licensed by: UMG, [Merlin] FUGA Aggregation (on behalf of Arts & Crafts Productions); UMPI, SOLAR Music Rights Management, EMI Music Publishing, CMRRA, UBEM, UMPG Publishing, and 8 Music Rights Societies

When you get older, plainer, saner
When you remember all the danger we came from
Burning like embers, falling, tender
Long before the days of no surrender
Years ago and well you know

Smoke ’em if you got ’em
‘Cause it’s going down
All I ever wanted was you
I’ll never get to heaven
‘Cause I don’t know how

Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh oh
Just that you could cut me loose
Oh oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh
Baby, is that lost on you?
Is that lost on you?

Wishing I could see the machinations
Understand the toil of expectations in your mind
Hold me like you never lost your patience
Tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time
And you’re still mine

So smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em
‘Cause it’s going down
All I ever wanted was you
Let’s take a drink of heaven
This can turn around

Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh oh
Just that you could cut me loose
Oh oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh
Is that lost on you?
Oh oh, oh oh
Babe, is that lost on you?
Is that lost on you?

Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh oh
Just that you cold cut me loose
Oh oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?
Is that lost on you?

Songwriters: Laura Pergolizzi / Nathaniel Campany / Michael Gonzales
Lost on You lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

Originally posted 7/26/2018 on I Write Her.

Mon Amour

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #127

this gift
like you, beautiful
is so precious

this offering
like you, cut
won’t last long

this bounty
like you, overflowing
touches our hearts eternally

*NOTE – Anyone who recognizes the song below, you’re dating yourself. 😉

Here’s one for the younger crowd. lol

Sylvia Simmons

Jazz

Jazz, voice music
swinging me smooth
giving me now

Words From a Dream

In the coolness of the day
when the evening sun goes down

There I will take my rest
when I hear the Robin sing
it’s the sign of Spring

My thoughts drift to you and
the love we knew

Love You

I love you more than words can say
I love you in a grand way

It’s beyond love, my passion for you
There is nothing I wouldn’t do to prove my love is true

~~~

Sylvia Simmons, a retired public affairs specialist, began writing poetry in her teenage years. As founder and president of SiHoWa Publishing, she authored Feelings Collection, three novels: Anything but Love, An Affair with a Stranger, and Beyond Love. And, A Cancer Survivor’s Journal – The Longest Day of My Life. This is Sylvia’s first feature on The Short of It.

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Wired For It

Redux

I Write Her

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Roughly translated from German:

Music is love.

     It can laugh with me.
     It can cry with me.
     It can bring together what was once separated.

Music can tell me what lips are afraid to say.

Music can bring back what I lost.

Music alone therefore is chosen.

Margarete Kernbach is my grandmother on my mother’s side. I found this parchment with her words following my mother’s death in 2012. It was among the things she left behind, very simply preserved in a plastic frame. I never knew my Oma wrote poetry. Nor do I know if this was the only poem or if there were ever any other writings by her. I only know of this one.

Discovering this little poem ties me to my grandmother in a profound way, at least for me it does. Not that I realized it at that moment though. I…

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Reblogs – Shweta Suresh & Ivor Steven

It was so easy to get swept up in the emotions of each of these pieces describing life, living and loss. The accompanying music video to Ivor’s piece is such a complement to both poems. May you experience a rich fullness reading and listening to the music as I did.

Grief by Shweta Suresh

Grief is a powerful feeling  
They say it has seven stages  
I don’t know about that  
But I strongly believe  
That grief is like the waves,  
In a turbulent sea.  
It comes and goes  
But it sustains, In a never-ending manner.  
It grips your heart,  
Forces you to have Ups and downs  
Over and over again.  
It creates new wounds  
But often, grief rips open  
Old healed wounds too.  
No matter how hard you try,  
You can’t run away,  
From its clutches  
Grief will always find you  
Though it might take a while,  
It will eventually hit you With an impact worse  
Than a ground-shattering earthquake, or,  
Even an ear-splitting thunderstorm.  
Grief is like a sharp knife,  
That’s permanently  
lodged In your heart,  
That twists painfully, each time  
A familiar memory washes over you.  
It comes and goes,  
With varying intensities  
Just like the waves in the sea.  
No matter how hard you run,  
Grief is hard to shake off 

Existence and Renewal by Ivor Steven

Keep your cup full
Turn the power on
Follow the moonlight
Fall across the lawn
Heed her call at dawn
“Life is a marathon”

The renewal of nature
Leaves footprints upon desert sands
And with His hand in Her hand
Existence grows from our lands