George was tending my Mother's grave yesterday afternoon and came up with this! He came back and sang it to me, played on guitar... kinda Leonard Cohen-esque. Actually, he's very into the Romantics, especially Byron. Thank you for your comments - George will respond! :))
CLIPPING HOLLY
by George
Clipping holly
Shaving grass
All part of some
Last, but indefinite song
Flute-like whistle
Of the few birds
Melts with the light
Into the pink honey sky
Idyllic scene
Industrious love
In aught we do
We do for you
Bright bulbs pushing through
Fresh shorn grass
Snow drops
Dew and tears
The scene is changed
The sorrow all but gone
Remaining: our
Sad and lonely song
Sung by me
To set you free
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Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
So touching, Kate!
Isn't it something how even an ordinary event can "set off" the poet or the songwriter? God's precious gift to us...that "inspiration," that gives us our very breath and movement.
BTW...my dear...I chuckled over your suggestion that I go sleep in my flower bed...or soak in the birdbath...as a 'reward' for my garden labors. You know what? I DID...nap amongst the budding spring blooms, on a long, green sun-warmed bench...Thank you, Dr. Burnside :^)
... OK... you've indulged me! :)) I will try to get G to record the song on mp3 and post it, together with his pic... He's becoming quite the Babe! Now I know he won't, cos I've gone and said that... But shucks... A mother's got to have some pay-back, after all... LOL K xx And thanks for all the encouraging feedback. xoxox
And, sorry... for the uninitiated, George is my 17-yr old son.
This is B**A*U*T*I*F*U*L-Who's George? Hubby???
This is gem of a treasure, I plan to Savorrrrrrrr!
What a talent!
music too!
My Paul plays music and writes poetry but NOT songs!
Warmest Blessings and Peace! WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
More meaninful and lovely words for mourning do not exist.
All of your poem is as "Heavenly" as mortals need achieve.
I will remember the two lines, above, next week while visitng the grave and marker of my long-time wed mate. I'm indebted to you.
You and George really bring it home, Dear Friend. Thanks much.
- Bill
precious sentiments, i love that songs tell stories like this, they can be very healing...
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on March 26, 2007
Oh Kate, George has sun a song from heaven the healing balm of the Lord. Sorrow not for I am free at last no sting this grave have caught me by but joy I sing back to you whom soon I meet once again in Heavens skies of blue.... This was so moving and glorious. She is but gone from you Sweet Kate for a short spell.
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The scene is changed
The sorrow all but gone
Remaining: our
Sad and lonely song
Sung by me
To set you free "
Thank You George for such a blessing
I bet it was beautiful to music.
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Isn't it something how even an ordinary event can "set off" the poet or the songwriter? God's precious gift to us...that "inspiration," that gives us our very breath and movement.
BTW...my dear...I chuckled over your suggestion that I go sleep in my flower bed...or soak in the birdbath...as a 'reward' for my garden labors. You know what? I DID...nap amongst the budding spring blooms, on a long, green sun-warmed bench...Thank you, Dr. Burnside :^)
Love Tinka
Eileen
Be safe,
Karen
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
I admire your talent. The beauty of the words are unforgettable.
debra
And, sorry... for the uninitiated, George is my 17-yr old son.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
A most beautiful, beautiful sharing by George; wisdom and compassion in healing lines: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This is gem of a treasure, I plan to Savorrrrrrrr!
What a talent!
music too!
My Paul plays music and writes poetry but NOT songs!
Warmest Blessings and Peace! WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
Snow drops
Dew and tears
really touch me!
Fee
The sorrow all but gone
Remaining: our
Sad and lonely song
Sung by me
To set you free
I'd love to hear George singing this, strumming his guitar.
Bright bulbs pushing through
Fresh shorn grass
Snow drops
Dew and tears <-----Say's it all, time of year, and memories...
Dew and tears"
More meaninful and lovely words for mourning do not exist.
All of your poem is as "Heavenly" as mortals need achieve.
I will remember the two lines, above, next week while visitng the grave and marker of my long-time wed mate. I'm indebted to you.
You and George really bring it home, Dear Friend. Thanks much.
- Bill
"
The scene is changed
The sorrow all but gone
Remaining: our
Sad and lonely song
Sung by me
To set you free "
Thank You George for such a blessing
I bet it was beautiful to music.
Blessings XX HUGS KATE
JOSIE
Nice little song, too.
Elizabeth