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Thursday, April 12, 2012

Let's Write Music Again

I can remember your hands,
those calloused fingertips
that strummed a guitar
teasing their way
along my spine.

I felt I was the instrument
creating a love song
in the raised flesh,
my body singing the melody,
your warm breath the chorus.

When did the music stop?
I don’t remember when
the notes ceased playing.
Was it when we stopped saying,
“I love you?”

It is not physical miles
that is separating us.
The light in my spirit dulls
without your lyrics
playing upon my skin.

My heart still feels the inspiration
to create a love song.
I see the notes in your eyes
when you look at me.
Darling, let’s write music again.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Image: Favim 
I was listening to the Righteous Brother's Song You've Lost That Loving Feeling and it inspired this poem.

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Adura Ojo said...

Beautiful verse, Susie. Love the flow.

It's part of what love is about, I guess. To have, lose and then find again.

Susie Swanson said...

Beautiful poem about love .You captured it so good.

beccagivens said...

Well done, Susie ... I like the direction you took this!! Indeed, I hope the music starts again! :)

The Poetic Homemaker said...

This was a touching poem. I couldn't help but feel sadness to hear about the music of love ceasing to play.

Enigmatic Soul said...

Gosh, I can relate to almost every single word in this piece. You have laid open my mind here, haha. :)

Superb job. Its never a physical distance that separates hearts, but a distance between the hearts itself. I loved this.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was absolutely great. Loving and sensual.

Luke Prater said...

very romantic, Susie. Much enjoyed

M. A. S. said...

I have to say, I love the music metaphor. I also love the sound of "without your lyrics on my skin."

And finally, I'm glad that songs inspire you like this. I would say 70ish% of my poems are inspired by the music I love.

Good write!

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Daydreamertoo said...

Yes, very romantic.
Lovely imagery. Sad if or when, love dies.

Fireblossom said...

Wow, Susie. What an exceptional love poem. People often write or compose about new love, or lost love, but not as often about restored love. This is tender, and moving, and I loved it.

Marian said...

oh sigh, get it back, narrator! imperative!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, you worked this metaphor in a way we could all feel. I loved the sensuality of the first 2 stanzas, and felt really disappointed to read that the loving feeling was gone..

Heaven said...

I love it Susie..I think we need to write it again and again ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautifully written, Susie.......very tender.

Laurie Kolp said...

So beautiful and melancholy... but with hope.

Fred Rutherford said...

I do quite a bit of songwriting and there's nothing more fun than writing a love song. That said, I really appreciate the attention you paid to music here, and for using the songwriting metaphor. Very well done. Thanks

Kay L. Davies said...

This is lovely, Susie. I've always loved the Righteous brothers. They seem so young in the video, and yet I looked them up. Bill Medley and the late Bobby Hatfield were both born some years before I was.
Thanks for this post. I enjoyed reading your poem while the song played softly in the background.

Kim Nelson said...

So glad for the last line and a sense of hopefulness and rekindling.

Lolamouse said...

I connect love and music too. Something about the hands of musicians is so sensual! Great write!

Teresa said...

This is such a beautiful poem. Sadly, it reminds me of my musician ex-husband. :-)

Semaphore said...

This has the rhythm and flow of a lyric; and I wouldn't be surprised if down the road this poem transformed into an actual song.

Brendan said...

Like a love song on the radio that lingers in our ears for so many years, those sweet hours of love with the beloved keep a votive candle lit in the heart no matter how cold or dark it gets -- or perhaps because the wheel turns and times change. The faith is that the music, the love, will return: else what hope do we have? Nice. - Brendan

Mystic_Mom said...

Love it...it just sings to me!

Margaret said...

I find this to be an absolutely amazing piece of poetry. The metaphor is wonderfully carried through the whole piece and it gives such a message... that music can be recreated... perhaps even a better melody (or harmony) will come of a second attempt... just awesome!

Hannah said...

This has such an aching quality to it, such beautiful love expressed here, Susie!

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