Poetry

 -- Quote of the Day --

"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.  How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?  For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.  That is where the writer scores over his fellows:  he catches the changes of his mind on the hop." 

~ Vita Sackville-West

 -- Poetry --

I love sharing poetry on this blog - be it mine or written by someone else - and today I'm going to share one poem excerpt from Rhythm and Rhyme written by my husband Dave. This poem he says is "my theses on the magic of the power of music. How it keeps us young and takes us away from the blues of everyday life. I believe it is the element that sets people who play music apart from those that don't. We have the ability to sit in that sandbox and play without a care in the world for what is going on around us at the time."

Groove Yard

As children we play, in the dirt we get down

Oblivious to all that's going on all around.

Then we grow up and we seem to lose

That ability to shut off the world's blues.

We tend to get tangled in every day's grief 

Without any output to get some relief.

Making music it seems, is like being a kid once again

Nothing else matters it's just you and your friends.

When we go play we can easily forget

All the stressful things that make us all fret.

Yet if we forget to stop and play

We have lost the power of the child's way

In the Groove Yard - sitting in the sandbox

Playing in the playpen - being with your friends, and

Going to the Groove Yard - you don't have to work hard

But to take a part - you've got to have heart 

While you're in the Groove Yard.

You may be sick and you might feel down.

Things in your world are turning you around, 

But music has charms to sooth that beast

It usually works - you've got to try it at least.

We've tried the drinks and pipes to make things abuzz

But nothing has the kick that making music does. 

As musicians we play, and when we get down,

There is no stopping us, we're painting the town.

We'll not give up the power at any cost

Of that childhood ability that's so easily lost.

That way of getting through everyday grief

Because we still have the output to get relief.

There is no explaining the feeling we get

When it's all over at the end of a set.

shell-shocked from the venting of emotions

Onto a canvas of musically inspired devotions.

Humor flows and wise-crackers attack

As we wait and discuss when we can get back.

In the Groove Yard - sitting in the sandbox

Playing in the playpen - being with your friends, and

Going to the Groove Yard - you don't have to work hard

But to take a part - you've got to have heart 

While you're in the Groove Yard.

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