♫Songwriters be poets... ♫

April is National Poetry Month (I may have mentioned this before), so I’m featuring my poetry all month long.

The following poem actually began as a song. I don’t write songs, so it came as a surprise to me. I was on my way somewhere on a Sunday, when a tune came into my head. Tunes come into my head all the time, but they are usually songs I like which I’ve heard on the radio. This one was not; it seemed original.  I make music up in my head occasionally, and usually think nothing of it, as it’s usually just random notes and phrases. But this tune took on a distinct structure. Verses, a chorus, and a bridge formed.

I couldn’t get it out of my head, and by the end of the day, I had not only a tune, but lyrics. Out of nowhere. Miraculous.

Now, you may be saying, It isn’t national song month. But what is a song, if not poetry accompanied by music? Besides, I appreciate the creativity of songwriters as much as those who write prose or verse. Songwriters be poets.

What we have hear is strictly a poetic version, as it appeared in sine cera V: Wasatch Love Song, not my original lyrics. Yet, I still recall the tune from that long ago day, and may just attempt to reconstruct the song some day.

MrW

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"World Can’t End"

We never promised forever when we met,

Never spoke the word eternally, and yet

What we had was good and strong so long.

I can’t believe such love could steer us wrong.

I came home last night, the house was dark—

An empty driveway where you always park.

I didn’t catch you sleeping with the T.V. on.

Your closet’s empty; everything that speaks of you is gone.

Our world can’t end—we just can’t let it end

Today.

I know the end’s not near—it just can’t be

Today

We’ll both be here

Tomorrow.

Our world won’t end

Today.

Weeks pass while I lie still, or drink alone.

Without you I can’t find the strength to face the dawn.

I miss you more each night that passes by

But I can’t sit here any more and cry.

I can’t imagine where you’ve gone.

I don’t know what I’ve done so wrong

To make you go, just leave without a word.

My world won’t end—I’ve too much to get done

Today

I must be moving on. I won’t let my world end

Today

The sun comes up; the whole world rushes on.

Earth turns around; I found some words and wrote this song.

My lonely life drones on just like before. 

I’d leave it all if you’d walk through that door.

This world won’t end—I just can’t let it end

Today.

I’ve come too far to ever let it end

Today.

Don’t ask me how I know

The end’s not near.

We’ll all be here

To love

Tomorrow.

My world

This world

Our world

Just can’t end

Today.

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If you are in the Salt Lake City area, and would like to hear over 30 writers from the community share some recent pieces with an audience, consider attending the following event. Click the image to enlarge.

sine cera is the anthology of the DiverseCity Writing Series, which offers free writing groups throughout the Salt Lake Valley. It is a Community Writing Center program. CWC is an outreach of Salt Lake Community College.

I hope to see some of my readers there.

Until next week, or this Thursday...

—MrWrite