poems in music and music in poems...

when i was a kid
i was obsessed with song lyrics...
i would pore over the lyrics from every record liner
{prince 1999}{rick springfield}{micheal jackson}
{ratt}{motley crue}
and read and reread the lyrics from my cassette tapes
{bon jovi}{billy idol}{madonna}{more prince}
until they fell apart from use and abuse....

i would copy the lyrics over and over...i would cover my school notebooks
with snippets of songs and broken bits of favorite phrases...

this became a favorite song when i was little older...university actually...
but i fell in love with its words...with its angst...

to me, it was the perfect love song...

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Poems and poetry and words and rhythm...

i am behind...but still want to play...
i completely forgot that april is national poetry month...
other years i have done napowrimo
and written/posted a poem a day (or at least gave it my best shot)
but this year
i want to do something different.

instead i have made up a list for myself
a list of 30 ways that i can fit poetry into my month of april
some were my own ideas but others were borrowed from here and here...
{lots of amazing ideas that could carry you through many months of poetry}

but here is my list for April...{not expecting to do specifically in this order}

1.  read a poem out loud
2. put a poem on the fridge {done april 11/11}
3. write out the song lyrics to a song i like  {done april 5/11}
4. pick a photo and write a poem
5. write a poem about your lunch
6. go to a poetry reading  {done april 7/11}
7. leave a poem in a random place
8. memorize a poem
9. illustrate a poem
10. listen to a poet read their own poetry (audio/podcast/youtube) {done...ee cummings..}
11. put a poem in a letter {and mail it}
12. put a poem on the pavement in chalk
13. sign up for a poetry class or workshop
14. April 14 is Poem-in-a-Pocket day...carry a poem in your pocket, share it if you like...
15. look for poetry apps for the ipad
16. leave a poem in odd, random places in the house for the kids to find
17. read a book of poetry outside, in your car, in the bathtub, walking down the sidewalk
18. go to a bookstore and just look at random poetry books {done april 7th...indigo}
19. invite people to trade their favorite poems by mail
20. write a poem using unexpected materials
21. read poetry makers-interviews with writers of children's poetry
22. start a poetry journal
23. read "how to read a poem"
24. turn a shopping list or to do list into a poem
25. get a poetry recommendation from someone else...read it with an open mind
26. make a list of your most loved poems
27. read up on poetic forms
28. visit an art museum for poetic inspiration
29. write a letter to a favorite poet
30. create and share a list of poetry ideas for the month of april..........DO THE LIST.

i would love it if you played along...share your list, share your poems...put yourself out of your comfort zone...

is it wrong...

is it wrong that he just walked in the door
{and even after 16 years together}
i melted into a little throbbing puddle on the floor...
that black t shirt
and barely there beard {whisker scratches}
jeans that are threadbare and faded and worn
black baseball cap
worn backwards
just the way i like it...

those high cheekbones
and funny shy giggle when i told him
how i felt when i saw him come in

he said he had just taken off his
shiny-mirrored-aviator-reminds-me-of-a-seventies-cop
{in a good, good way}
sunglasses before he came in the door...

is it wrong
that after this long
he can still do this to me
butterflies and giggles
shy smiles and shared secrets...

it can't be wrong.
it feels too right.

5 posts away from 1000....

where have i been since last thursday?

i have been ::
~listening to this cd and loving it
~getting up earlier to do some yoga and write a little
{hoping to make it a regular routine}
~happily watching the snow melt and looking for geese
~reading this book and not so sure about it yet
~taking pictures of marbles and shadows
~repurposing a hilroy scribbler into a new favorite list journal
~finally watching eat pray love and liking it {but not as much as the book}
~getting bangs cut
~trying to take photos of the "supermoon" and getting cursed at by our elderly next door neighbor
~trying on mascara for the first time in about ten years
{and liking the results}
~eating ham sandwiches with lots of mayo and mustard on thick garlicky bread

~planning, daydreaming and doodling...waiting and wishing for spring

poetry thursday

toasted homemade bread
slathered with jam and butter
i sit on the edge of my seat
straining to hear...
waiting to see...
wondering in form
you would choose to appear to me...
would it be in the blur of bokeh
or a broken heart shaped rock found on the beach
will i hear it when it happens
will i notice
will i see...