Positively
Indubitively
Yes
poem-fickle August 9, 2014
Weather,
when in Calgary
changes her clothes
with the dizzying
rapidity of a thirteen year old
trying to figure out
what to wear to the school dance,
then rushes off
leaving chaos in her wake.
poem-there
There
in that alley
was the beginning
of dreams
of possibility
of wishes.
There
in that alley
was where imagining
became the tool
for all that was to be.
There
in that alley
was the first place
I was me.
poem-scribble August 8, 2014
This unending line
describes a metaphor for life,
our unending spinning through
the routines of daily life,
dark moments where we’ve
gotten stuck in a groove,
and there,
where it leaves the paper,
departure for
another plane.
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(This might be fun to try as a shape poem)
poem-missing August 7, 2014
Three thirty-three in the morning
I awaken, drenched in sweat.
I turn on the fan,
waiting for sleep to return
wishing that you were beside me.
poem-lampstand August 6, 2014
I walk through my
childhood neighbourhood.
Just because,
I lean against the lamp post
I held up every morning
in grade seven
as I waited for the bus.
Different weather
but always too
early in the morning.
More rusty,
it hummed
a greeting
remembering
(or maybe
that was me).
poem-the switch
Trying to type
Fingers feel
unattached to hand.
Eyes blur.
Stomach rocks
Head dull.
It’s so hard
to rejoin
the diurnal world
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Thursday I have to be in a workshop at 8 a.m. my time. I need to be alert and absorbing information. I’ve been going to bed between 4 and 7 a.m. the last few nights, working through the greatest heat. My plan was to start last Friday, moving back an hour each night, but it didn’t work. It was 4:30 on Sunday and 3:30 on Mon, despite pharmaceutical aid. (I can stay up for hours after sleeping pill. My body relaxes, but my brain just keeps plugging along…) Wish me luck getting to bed at midnight tonight, with all my packing and preparations in order!
Yawn
poem-broken August 5, 2014
We don’t appreciate
comfort
until the air conditioner
condenser breaks when it’s
40 degrees* out
because dog pee
corroded the evaporator coil.
The steaming
house is broken
and dogs get more expensive
every day.
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*(that’s 104 if you speak Fahrenheit).
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(good thing we love them, eh?)
lyrics-Skye Boat Song
My Outlander theme lyrics to Skye Boat Song:
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Called through the stones and carried ‘cross time
Voyaging far from home
All she has known is gone and she roams
Lost beneath Scotland’s pines.
Centuries part
Where is her heart?
Two hundred years away
Two men to love
Prayers to above
Whose love will she betray?
Carried through time, she’s called through the stones
Where will she make her home?
Highland wars loom
they’re leading to doom
Destiny knows its own
Centuries part
Where is her heart?
Two hundred years away
Two men to love
Prayers to above
Whose love will she betray?
Third verse, harp only
Repeat chorus with harp to end.
(c) Shawn L. Bird
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Starz has released the first episode of Outlander, and with it, Bear McCreary’s theme song based on The Skye Boat Song.
I might be going against the current here, but I really don’t like those lyrics Horrendous. Grammatically cringeworthy. I mean seriously, “Say could that lass, be I” ARGGGGGGGGG!!! It hurts me. It really does. Not to mention they’ve stuck “Skye” in there, and Claire never goes to Skye in the books. He has feminized Robert Louis Stevenson’s lyrics to the tune, I understand, but there was no need to do that.
I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is when I complain about something, so here is a poem that fits with the tune of the Skye Boat Song and also reflects the story of Outlander. What’s more, I think it is a better fit for the romantic tone and the essential conflict of the story. Nothing about Skye, and the grammar is correct.
If Starz wishes to replace their lyrics for the next season, I am delighted to offer these. Feel free to send them a link and encourage the idea! 😉 If you’re from Starz, you can find my agent is listed on my About page. Drop her a line, she’ll be delighted to negotiate something.
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Blooper lines:
Centuries part
Where is her heart?
Will she get back to Frank?
Though she is torn
Jamie she’ll mourn
but he is known to spank
PS. I made a video of myself singing and playing the harp (I’ve never been coordinated enough to do that before! How exciting!) The dogs got up and left the room, their ears twitching on the high notes. I listened to the video and apologized to them. Plainly, G is not my key. Yikes! So, while I assure you that this works beautifully, I may have to learn it in another key before I try to demonstrate . 😉 In the meantime, click to play on the video, then scroll up to sing along yourself. Hopefully G is YOUR key. 😉
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Shawn L. Bird 