Hell, we can drag this out.
today’s pleasure.
You play and I watch,
self effacement good,
found in the restraint.
To have and see the changes within,
just start doing out of the blue.
:)
(a semi-random sample of lines from SU forums)
Tired in the bones of life,
every breath a sigh released,
the traveller journeys on,
no step, a stride decreased.
Mired in the wet sand,
footfall etched in memory,
only recollection’s path,
marks his lost trajectory.
Waymarks of a shadowed fate,
conspired against an open route,
a weary compass held, required,
to heed his map of doubt.
But though navigation end adjourned,
and passage studied slow,
this noble traveller, remains content
to tread the earth below.
I am iambic jazz sax played
no hidden skill unsold
I wield a shining
word-axe blade
to cut my word tax paid.
The notes I play are multitude
performed with athlete’s guile
triplets wrote with attitude
are inches to my mile.
But still I need you to approve
this struggle with the word
for though you state my prowess proved
there remains a part of me unstirred.
I pine for you to play along
I think you know a better song.