Aug 2017
FLOATING NOTES
Morning bells calling ,jolted to rise but our mind and eyelids still falling
Rise from the sack kicked out of the rack ,awakening to find what new price we must pay
Leftover humming from the night is still quite bright ,that unknown sonnet is calling
Wonderful note we now wished was wrote, so that beautiful sound would not go away
Was it a chorus or a lone soul harmonizing ,left grasping, wishing to catch it before it goes missing
Is it a crime to miss a chime ,true longing for that lost rhyme ,it's going away but we want it to stay
Searching for the sonnet,missing a beat ,not quite on it ,in the distance almost hearing but then new notes keep replacing
Was it some old tune or a new poesy to make us more rosey,still calling we stand back but still wishing for the outcry
On the way about the day the sound still resonates yet we must wait ,will the next be wrong when it comes to the gate or again leave us wincing
Constant consonance in the air we just sit and stare,tapping and whistling we will still try
Simply a shanty but it's grip quite uncanny ,all thought we devote for that note but will that next serenade have us reminiscing . R.C.
Morning bells calling ,jolted to rise but our mind and eyelids still falling
Rise from the sack kicked out of the rack ,awakening to find what new price we must pay
Leftover humming from the night is still quite bright ,that unknown sonnet is calling
Wonderful note we now wished was wrote, so that beautiful sound would not go away
Was it a chorus or a lone soul harmonizing ,left grasping, wishing to catch it before it goes missing
Is it a crime to miss a chime ,true longing for that lost rhyme ,it's going away but we want it to stay
Searching for the sonnet,missing a beat ,not quite on it ,in the distance almost hearing but then new notes keep replacing
Was it some old tune or a new poesy to make us more rosey,still calling we stand back but still wishing for the outcry
On the way about the day the sound still resonates yet we must wait ,will the next be wrong when it comes to the gate or again leave us wincing
Constant consonance in the air we just sit and stare,tapping and whistling we will still try
Simply a shanty but it's grip quite uncanny ,all thought we devote for that note but will that next serenade have us reminiscing . R.C.
Probably had the first thought about how many sounds we rely on or even are truly annoying ,but also what of those sounds we enjoy but can't get out of out head ,but also having that song in your head but not quite sure what is was? maybe why some people write songs tired of trying recall others and simply write a new one:) I appreciate your reading . Rick
