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THE BIRTH OF A SONG I wrote you a poem Then, I threw it away. I didn’t like a single word That poem had to say. I found myself trying to rhyme Like June, moon, and spoon. I couldn’t sign my name to that. It came to an end too soon. Sometimes the melody Is far too soft to hear. It means it’s time to wait For the muse to come near. I got up and took a walk Frustration on me like a cloud. I soon realized I was muttering Cursing myself out loud. I’m better than that, I said, I have plenty of words, But what I am writing is The worst poetry I ever heard. Sometimes the tune is A whisper of a song. It means it’s time to wait You won’t have to wait too long. In self-disgust, I nearly quit To change my thoughts at once When music suddenly appeared And changed my thoughts to dance. My feet assumed the lilting beat My voice began to accompany. I sang the most beautiful song inside. A song totally created by me. The song, when it returns Comes back like an old friend. You lose yourself in the music And float on it to the end. That renewed my poetic license And I began to hear the rhyme. It was caressed by love and peace And sweetly dignified by time. I went back to my study and wrote And rescued every word I wrote. I even marked down the melody And saved it all, note by note. Brent Kincaid 6/8/2014
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 02:34:36 +0000

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