Silent Poetry Doubling Down

3 February 2009

It has been at least a score of years since I began using two pieces of art as my working definitions for their subject matter.  I posted the first yesterday, and now I share the second (and tacitly admit my writer’s block but this is really worth reading, and happens to define the Unordinary rather nicely.)

 

Stevie Wonder’s “As” from the landmark 1976 Double Album, Songs in the Key of Life.  If you even think you might like Stevie Wonder, I urge you to own this album.

 

As around the sun the earth knows she’s revolving 
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May 
Just as hate knows love’s the cure 
You can rest your mind assure 
That I’ll be loving you always 
As now can’t reveal the mystery of tomorrow 
But in passing will grow older every day 
Just as all is born is new 
Do know what I say is true 
That I’ll be loving you always 

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky—ALWAYS 
Until the ocean covers every mountain high—ALWAYS 
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea—ALWAYS 
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream 

Did you know that true love asks for nothing 
Her acceptance is the way we pay 
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee 
To last through forever and another day 
Just as time knew to move on since the beginning 
And the seasons know exactly when to change 
Just as kindness knows no shame 
Know through all your joy and pain 
That I’ll be loving you always 
As today I know I’m living but tomorrow 
Could make me the past but that I mustn’t fear 
For I’ll know deep in my mind 
The love of me I’ve left behind Cause I’ll be loving you always 

Until the day is night and night becomes the day—ALWAYS 
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away—ALWAYS 
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4—ALWAYS 
Until the day that is the day that are no more 
Did you know that you’re loved by somebody? 
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left—ALWAYS 
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself 
I’ll be loving you forever 
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through—ALWAYS 
Until the day that you are me and I am you

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky—ALWAYS 

We all know sometimes life’s hates and troubles 
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space 
But you can bet you life times that and twice its double 
That God knew exactly where he wanted you to be placed 
so make sure when you say you’re in it but not of it 
You’re not helping to make this earth a place sometimes called Hell 
Change your words into truths and then change that truth into love 
And maybe our children’s grandchildren 
And their great-great grandchildren will tell 
I’ll be loving you 

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky–Loving you 
Until the ocean covers every mountain high–Loving you 
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea–Loving you 
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream–Be loving you 
Until the day is night and night becomes the day–Loving you 
Until the trees and seas up, up and fly away–Loving you 
Until the day that 8x8x8x8 is 4–Loving you 
Until the day that is the day that are no more–Loving you 
Until the day the earth starts turning right to left–Be loving you 
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself–Loving you 
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through–Loving you 
Until the day that you are me and I am you– 
Now ain’t that loving you 
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky 
Ain’t that loving you 
Until the ocean covers every mountain high 
And I’ve got to say always 
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea

Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream
Until the day is night and night becomes the day
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4


Fourth Annual Blogger Silent Poetry Reading

2 February 2009

Shakespeare Sonnet 116

 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

 


Ordinary Pain

1 February 2009

“I wouldn’t wish that kind of love on my worst enemy.”

In a night spent with one of my favorite drinking companions and filled with conversations about tween angst, self-mutilation, Keynesian Economics, fidelity, and moral compasses, that quip about unordinary love was the one that rang the loudest note. 

Ordinary love is delightful, the bee’s knees, the berry’s razz, and all you could ever think you want.  It is those things and more until the moment the universe curses you with that first hit of instantly addictive unordinary love and suddenly ordinary love seems… ordinary.

This blog began because of the soul crushing need to tell someone, anyone about my heartbreak after I found and quickly lost an unordinary love.  I tried to write the story but even in retrospect the words failed me; I don’t think I got anywhere near describing my feelings.  When it’s you, your heartbreak you don’t think even Shakespeare could find the words to capture it.

I am an optimist, a fucking pathetic romantic, and yet even I wonder if I am better for knowing what unordinary love is.  I damn sure wouldn’t wish it on anyone else.


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