MUSIC SERIES – Listening Beneath the Spruce Tree

Hey there! This poem was inspired by And the Waltz Goes On, composed by Anthony Hopkins, performed by Andre Rieu. Got a song you would like to see me write about? Let me know!

 

Listening Beneath the Spruce Tree

I stepped through a shadowed world

with soft, ever quickening strides

while the echoing songs of spring

sprouted from the leaves of saplings.

 

The winds swayed beneath the spruce tree;

my eyes filled with a somber sleep,

yet I could still hear you singing

those whispers of serenity.

——

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MUSIC SERIES – Passing Through

Hi there! This poem was inspired by Breakdown by Jack Johnson. Let me know if there are any songs you think I should write about!

Passing Through

 

Billows of smoke blow through the trees

as the train snakes along the tracks,

and staring out the thin window

I wonder whether the return

 

will hold the quiet mysticism

as these thick, mist-laden branches

or if, after we have passed on,

the breeze will coax away the chills.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Smoke Shop

This poem was inspired by Have a Cigar by Pink Floyd. Let me know if there’s any songs you think I should write about!

 

The Smoke Shop

 

Built in the mid-seventies by locals,

the cigar shop, which was then run by Floyd,

has been seedy since it changed ownership

and began stocking slimmer cigarettes.

 

Seduced by the cheap, efficient menthols,

the racks of rolling paper were replaced

by these individual plastic packs

of factory cut tobacco product.

 

No more do we see their lumpy cigars,

passed between the loving hands of groupies,

nor taste that first lyrical inhale

that wove a shadowed lore into the smoke.

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MUSIC SERIES – Sirens

Hey there. This poem was inspired by Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones. Have a song you think I should write about? Leave it in the comments below!

Sirens

Their voices keep calling me back

to those ash shores we left behind.

I hear them through my apartment

Like the wailings of my children.

Their smiles stare through the shutters,

blood-red and dripping; sick with glee.

I can feel their dirty hands

slipping to grip at my insides.

I can still see them beckoning,

with the promise of a safe bed

away from the blistering winds

and the burning stench of my home.

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MUSIC SERIES – Skipping Stones

This poem was inspired by Midna’s Lament from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. If you have a song you think I should write a poem about, drop it in the comments!

 

Skipping Stones

 

Between the ether of everyday smiles

is an evening spent on a secluded lake

looking at the ripples in the reflected starlight

like paint on ever blackening surface waves.

 

I might even skip a rock across the top

to see how far along it will struggle

before the hollow waters swallow it

and all the heavy ideas that it carried.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – Dream Halls

Happy Monday! This poem was inspired by Led Zeppelin’s “No Quarter.” Is there a song you’d like me to write about? Let me know in the comments!

 

Dream Halls

 

The candle wax swallowed the fire hours ago

and Nótt swayed our little flame hours before.

She sent him back to his sleeping quarters

to dream about your slight chance of survival.

 

It’s good to let him dream, isn’t it Mother?

Even as the nightmares ride down the mountain,

it’s good to let him dream of a place in the sky

where he can march with you to your new halls.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – The Three-Hundreds

This poem was inspired by Touch of Grey by the Grateful Dead, so make sure you check that out. Let me know if you have a song that you think would make a great poem! 🙂

 

The Three-Hundreds

 

Time to take these dusty stairs again;

to drag one foot in front of the other

up to the dreary three-hundreds

where the square footage is half the rent.

 

Mom still has the TV set running

though she’s passed out in the recliner

with a pocketful of empty-headed pills

and another pink paper in her hands.

 

But at least the pouring rain is held back

behind the curtains for another night

and the heating unit is burning

enough to keep the cold at bay.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – Eyes Closed

This poem was inspired by Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles. Let me know what songs you think I should write a poem about!

 

Eyes Closed

 

Sitting in the strawberry fields

trying to recreate a simple dream

while the sound of a tractor tilling

at the stony winter soil

covers the distant song of the birds.

 

I can almost see myself on the branches

sitting next to them with my legs hanging;

looking across the small acre of land

at this stranger perched on a shrunken log

with his eyes closed, staring at nothing.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – Return to Sugar Mountain

This poem was based on Sugar Mountain by Neil Young. Let me know what song I should look at next in the comments!

 

Return to Sugar Mountain

 

A handful of smoke-grey pebbles

and piles of decomposed granite

were all that I found on my return

to the fabled Sugar Mountain,

 

that, along with a pile of cigarette butts

burnt out underneath the stairs

beneath the broken-down church cemetery

where they buried old man Barker.

 

I remember dropping to one knee

to dust the ashes from the tombstone

and decipher the inscription his wife left.

It was from a note she wrote him in school.

 

All the candy floss at the carnival

couldn’t match the sweet in your eyes,

nor could the colored balloons

rival the vibrance of your life.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – The Bricklayer

I thought I’d change up Mondays for a while with poetry inspired by music. Today’s was inspired by Another Brick in the Wall, pt. 2 by Pink Floyd. Let me know what song you’d like to hear about in the comments!

 

The Bricklayer

 

I laid every dusty, red brick

of that mortar riddled school wall

like it was just another job

for my denim jeans and work boots.

 

I never asked why they hired

a prison building company

to construct their grim barricade

or why they wanted barbed wire

 

until I saw a boy staring

through the window of his classroom

at what used to be clear blue skies,

and turned back to his science class.

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