The poetry of song

The poetry of song

Ivanka Fear

The audacity of it, really,
hubris of poets, actually,
thinking song lyrics aren’t poetry.

Poem
Intense emotional outpouring
Beauty of images
Rhythm of language
Art of expression
Enduring
The story of life
open to interpretation.

Song?
Ditto
Plus…
The haunting sound
of repetitive refrains
spinning round and round
our heads, pulling us in,
song and listener becoming one.

Fused with
explosive sound,
not resounding silence.

If I can dream…

Music and lyrics
Beethoven’s 5th,
Jackson’s Thriller,
symphony.
The sound of silence…
Imagine Lennon,
Mozart’s unfinished
requiem.
The day the music died…
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons,
Elton’s Candle
in the wind.
Blowin’ in the wind…
Handel’s Messiah,
Zeppelin’s Stairway,
to heaven.
Hallelujah…
Brahm’s Lullaby,
I will always
love you.
Where do I begin?

Killing me softly…

Lyricists and musicians,
I bow down to you
mere poet that I am.
The power of words is great;
the power of song is
overwhelming.

Ivanka Fear