Friends Who Sing

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There are notes inside of notes
when two voices blend.
The joyful noise that happens
when vocalists are friends.

The sharing goes beyond the sound
of music, notes, or words.
It’s something that the audience
may have never heard.

Goals, dreams, and visions,
these all become a part
when the voices blending
are singing from their hearts.

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Last night I sang backup vocals for my good friend Barb Munro (www.barbmunro.com) at her CD release concert. Check out her website – you can hear some clips of her music over there. (I know, small picture! I’m the smudge to the left of the smudge in the middle with the guitar, lol). Harmonizing is fun but harmonizing with a friend is fun to the tenth power)

Photo by Janina Carlstad

This is Good Morning

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This is my apology for projecting
my fears and frustrations onto you.
You are not a blank wall or a white sheet.
This is not the Can’t Film Festival.
No one’s getting an award for best angst.
This is life.
The only true awards will be the smiles along the way.
This is me taking a deep breath, sucking it up, and carrying on.
This is a good morning because we believe it to be so.

 

#315

Full of Emptiness

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Half empty, half full,
but it’s really not that easy to express.
because everything’s full of something else,
even if it’s only emptiness.

Empty dreams, empty promises too,
empty words and empty eyes.
The sadness is not what they’re emptied of
it’s what fills the void that makes you cry.

Half full, half empty, clouds or silver lining,
but it’s really not that easy to explain.
It’s not what left when it disappeared,
it’s the mem’ry of what trickled down the drain.

Because everything’s full of something else, I guess,
even if it’s only emptiness.

 

#313

Masquerade

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Shapes shift in the long darkness
of winter’s front porch.
“Is it time yet?” rustle the crisped leaves
as they skitter around and around in anticipation.
“is it time yet?” groan the stark trees,
their gnarled, grasping fingers
clawing the ragged hem of the grey clouds.
“Soon” breathes the drifting snow.
“Soon” chime the falling ice crystals.
“Soon” sighs the gate to the underworld.

Light fades, colours melt, night throws
his velvet blanket,
“Now” the blanket snaps.
“Don your disguises and walk.
The masquerade has begun.”

 

#312

Insomnia

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Last night I went in search of sleep
but sleep I could not find.
I closed my eyes, I counted sheep
but still, my racing mind
raced on until I thought I’d weep
and just would not unwind.
At last I fell into a heap
with all the stars aligned
I fell into a slumber deep
an hour before the time
that the alarm was set to beep
Just a nap, I whine.
I think I’m still in search of sleep
I rise but do not shine.

 

#311

Read You Right

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I look wistfully at my empty cup.
“More tea?” you ask, already knowing the answer,
lazy Sundays and second cups of tea
being a tradition of sorts.
You read, I write,
laying abed late, relaxing into the morning.
You stand and I read your body.
Your back is out again.
Not a lot, just enough to make your normally
straight stance a tad crooked.
“Back sore?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
You don’t admit to pain lightly.
“I’m alright” you answer.
I read you
right.

 

#309

There’s a Sap For That

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Technology, the two edged sword,
LOL – OL
A million apps and still we’re bored
LOL – OL
with an app, app here, and an app, app there
Here an app, there an app everywhere an app, app
My phone’s smarter now than yours
LOL – OL

Solutions to those problems that
LOL – OL
We never realized we had
LOL _ OL
with an app, app here, and an app, app there
Here an app, there an app everywhere an app, app
My phone is dead and I am glad
LOL – OL

I’m gonna get a simple phone
Plug it in the wall
And if I’m not right by its side
I won’t get your call
with a hap, hap here, and a hap, hap there
here a hap, there a hap, everywhere a happy hap
free at last from cell phone’s thrall
LOL – OL

 

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(sung to the tune of ‘Old MacDonald Had a Farm’)