Last night, I did something fun. I played a small show, our first in Oakland, with new project “Fistful of Stars”. We’ve played radio spots, making ready. We go on tour next month to Europe- so it’s all coming together fast.
I’m writing lyrics now for at least 5 of our new songs, and wasn’t quiet finished with 3 of them by last night. This is ONE fun thing about writing poetry (and one great thing about writing more often in April): As a poet, you get into the habit of seeing poetry everywhere; in couples drinking coffee, overheard conversation, positing scenarios from across the room, and just plain imagining things. And if you don’t have that gene for remembering lyrics (I don’t), or you haven’t quite finished the words-no worries: Poet-in-You will deliver, often taking you utterly over, hijacking your body, setting sail in your soul, borrowing your lips to say things you never dreamed before ;). This is pure bliss, of course.
Last night, for one amazing song written by guitarist Rafael- that I didn’t quite finish lyrics to- I called it Mesa Song, and strung together all of the poem pieces for my one poem called “Unravel”. I read/talked the words as a single poem over the verses instead of singing. For the choruses, I sang (moaned) like the wind. Yes, Unravel– the poem pieces I haven’t yet posted all here, beyond the first because I didn’t think they were finished enough. 😉 Surprisingly, friends said that Mesa Song was their favorite of the night: it had a story they said, some mystery, and they got lost in the poem. Yay! I promise to post another piece of Unravel for my next poem post. Not tomorrow though- off to a Pow-wow.
So- I usually do a wrap-up post for NaPoWriMo. I have to say, this year, I wasn’t as engaged in publicly participating as in past years. In fact, if there was one word to sum things up for me this year, it would be a verb:
This time, I was loathe to do anything on cue. And I didn’t want to follow anyone’s prompts. Hahaha! But I still wrote lots. AND best of all, I don’t want to stop!! And so I won’t. Yet another good rule to break.
You held us last night-
soft woods, laughter,
warm arms that offered sweet
champagne and love. We drank it all
down, and from across the room
I gave you a poem
like a kiss.
taralinda c.p. 2014