I put the stars
up in the writing room
and I watch the moon slip
out of the hiding place
of the night
I wonder where the day went
I think about love
and the hard lessons of life
I wish the moon would walk
across the catwalk of the sky
with the hard points of the stars
but instead she disappears
and the room is simply
the place where I write by myself
what are we here for and how do I begin?
the way to the end of the story
is in small pieces that speak about
the failures of memory
every step of the way
I fall down and I pick myself up
for all success might be
is never giving up
the moon cracker breaks in half
and dissolves in the soup of the night
I polish this line and I lay the limp line down
I lift up the next line and I place it
by the first one that is stone and this is how story happens
you think of the past and then memory coaxes
out a song the sea roars in the shell of your head
one day the shore is covered with the detritus of a life
you might think of this poem as a shoreline
and the sea has smashed many a craft in this place
I watch the future that comes in with the tide
and I look back at the land of the past that is vanishing
surely time might be the hollow reed that sounds
at the marsh? I watch the moon for new words
but the night has eaten that mouth
I wish for a poem but nothing comes
but the ragged skirt of this thing
this scarecrow that I place on the landscape of music
surely you all understand that these are failed things?
the crows come and they caw about the frame of silence
I wished for a song and this is all that came through
but I don't wait for perfection
I simply try darling when you die
there won't be time then to think of perfection
and so while you still live
make what you can and let the bleed happen as it will
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFrpzPR6TLY
Rodney Crowell - "It Ain't Over Yet (feat. Rosanne Cash & John Paul White)" [Official Video]
up in the writing room
and I watch the moon slip
out of the hiding place
of the night
I wonder where the day went
I think about love
and the hard lessons of life
I wish the moon would walk
across the catwalk of the sky
with the hard points of the stars
but instead she disappears
and the room is simply
the place where I write by myself
what are we here for and how do I begin?
the way to the end of the story
is in small pieces that speak about
the failures of memory
every step of the way
I fall down and I pick myself up
for all success might be
is never giving up
the moon cracker breaks in half
and dissolves in the soup of the night
I polish this line and I lay the limp line down
I lift up the next line and I place it
by the first one that is stone and this is how story happens
you think of the past and then memory coaxes
out a song the sea roars in the shell of your head
one day the shore is covered with the detritus of a life
you might think of this poem as a shoreline
and the sea has smashed many a craft in this place
I watch the future that comes in with the tide
and I look back at the land of the past that is vanishing
surely time might be the hollow reed that sounds
at the marsh? I watch the moon for new words
but the night has eaten that mouth
I wish for a poem but nothing comes
but the ragged skirt of this thing
this scarecrow that I place on the landscape of music
surely you all understand that these are failed things?
the crows come and they caw about the frame of silence
I wished for a song and this is all that came through
but I don't wait for perfection
I simply try darling when you die
there won't be time then to think of perfection
and so while you still live
make what you can and let the bleed happen as it will
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFrpzPR6TLY
Rodney Crowell - "It Ain't Over Yet (feat. Rosanne Cash & John Paul White)" [Official Video]
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