Well, today really isn’t starting out the bestest of days, but I can handle it. I’ll just show my muscles and sharp little teeth, and anyone who wants to get to me will turn tail and run like a whipped puppy! Oh yes, Ladies and Gentlemen!
See, this is what music like this does to me. It’s why I normally stick to more subued genres…
I guess maybe I should feel special that I’m so easily infuenced by music…or maybe, everybody is but nobody really talks about it. There’s this one song, Montaña by the Gipsy Kings, that reminds me of this one afternoon last June so strongly that I couldn’t listen to it for a long time. The memory wasn’t bad, it was just so vivid that it bothered me. A lot of things bother me.
Ha.
The song Walking on Air by King Crimson is the same way. I love that song to pieces, but I can’t listen to it that often; the chord progression in the chorus gives me chills, and I always feel really strange after that…the same feeling you get when the sun is suddenly covered by clouds.
Well, anyways.
As always, I’m dreading my oboe lessons…why? I have no clue. I always dread them and then it doesn’t go badly at all, and I’m fine until the monday before and I’m scared again.
That makes me think of dreadlocks…
Here, a little treat. Don’t be too mean.
I dwell in realms of green and blue.
I climb a winding stair of green
to reach the dome of brightest blue
of all I see below, I’m queen
although I’m only passing through
I reach the dome of brightest blue
and gaze upon the sight below
although I’m only passing through
a sense of longing in me grows
I gaze upon the sight below
the world’s alive, and all is green
a sense of longing in me grows
a song I feel I need to sing
the world’s alive, and all is green
the winding path, the sunlit lake
a song I feel I need to sing
the sun its leave begins to take
the winding path the sunlit lake
to them, at last, I say farewell
the sun its leave begins to take
as down the mountain path I steal
to them, at last, I say farwell
and notice where the green things grew
as down the mountain path I steal
what once was green is now grey-blue
I notice, where the green things grew
as stars come out, the sun is gone
what once was green is now grey-blue
as twilight’s shroud is coming down
the stars come out, the sun is gone
I think upon the greyish hue
as twilight’s shroud is coming down
I dwell in realms of green and blue
I think upon the greyish hue
that overtook the stair of green
I dwell in realms of green and blue
and, of all I see, I’m queen.
Anyways, yes. When I went up the mountains saturday, everything was so green, and coming back down, the sun had set and everything was blue. I found it intruiging…and thought “I dwell in realms of green and blue” and it all went from there.
Well, I have matters to attend to. I hope your day is going a little better than mine…but if it’s not, don’t worry. The night comes faster than you think, and “joy comes in the morning”.
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hey! i really liked your poem. it had such a roll to it… i know what you mean about being so wildly influenced by music – it happens to me all the time. sometimes my friends/boyfriend/roommates rag on me about it. but i think it’s one of my best characteristics! i hope you have a better day!! – M