The day is dark outside, but I like it. The rain, the wind, the chill, the drops of water from the branches. I find that many people complain about the weather we have here, but it wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the weather, right?
The dark shadows, the quiet and calm, the candle alit, the cat asleep, the music soft and low. It is nourishing.
You can take the day off. You can melt into the walls, you can bathe in the silence.
And I told myself I wouldn't write anymore poetry or pretty words. I told myself I should be writing as scholars too - about ideas, and the exciting pursuit of knowledge. But this is just what comes through when my fingers hit the keys. Alas.
Maybe this is okay. What poetry, overtly, exists in the modern world today? I always admire those who can recite poetry from heart - to tell a story, to make a point, to enhance conversation. There is something romantic about it, something cultured. There is something about it that makes the moment feel more alive. It is an art, a practice, a skill of words.
And poetry is in music, which of course, I love. I am enamoured at the moment with a new song I just discovered... Stormy Weather by Billie Martens. Here is her poetry...(condensed lyrics, as I do):
When the sun rises silver,
If it rises at all,
Meet me there across the water,
And we'll start an endless storm,
Rain falls in love,
Rain falls in love.
Together we walk the English winter,
So caught up in one another,
Because if we're under thunder showers,
The rain is ours and we are lovers of heavy weather.
Come on, lightning try to strike us,
We might be frightened but we won't run,
We'd be so happy if we were fearless,
And in the darkness we will become.
Rain falls in love,
We fall in love,
Together, we walk the English winter,
So caught up in one another,
Because if we're under thunder showers,
The rain is ours and we are lovers...