It's Still Life

I misunderstood the instructions for writing a Blitz Poem, although after seeing an example I understand it (it’s a brain thing), and I thought (&*%^!!), but since it took the better part of the morning to do, I’ll post it anyway … because as it happens, This is a Chain Verse – A descendant of Ancient Greek echo verse, chain verse uses the same closing word or syllable from one line to open the next line.

Music and Nights

Now that’s music, Dad says
Says he knows music
Music and Dad are synonymous
Synonymous isn’t a word I know yet
Yet, I know he doesn’t like the Beatles
Beatles’ and their pudding bowl long hair
Hair in your eyes’ll makes you blind
Blind and deaf to their noise, that’s Dad
Dad is aware it’s one of the Beatle’s songs
Songs, when instrumental, like Love Me Do
Do change the message and tone
Tone. Mood. And even the meaning
Meaning, adding your own experience to lyrics
Lyrics that make personal sense, says Dad
Dad liked The Dock of the Bay song but
But not with Otis’s Redding’s words
Words mess up a song, he often said
Said nobody just sits on a dock all day
Day until evening rusting your bones
Bones sitting all day just won’t move
Move your feet. Dad’s teaching me to dance
Dance old dances, like the Jitter Bug
Bugs me. It’s not proper 60s dancing
Dancing is like “Mashed Potato Time”
Time hasn’t been kind to that one
One time I did the Ketchup Song dance
Danced in 4″ red stiletto shoes, once
Once is enough for a lot of things
Thing about music is I’ve no favourite
Favourite 2nd song, sure, yes
Yes, and a favourite 3rd song but
But no, no favourite number 1
One thing about favourites
Favourites change like my mood
Mood today: “Mad Mad World”
Worlds apart from “After Dark”
Dark nights of cotton and smoke
Smoke from white candle light
Light dulled from a Wolf moon
Moon dancing quiet over the sea
Sea, you see, time lost in a tide
Tide, tied to a moon and my waters
Waters filled with ordinary miracles
Miracles to dethrone your phantoms
Phantoms on the inside of your eyes
Eyes that undress the night
Nights of rhythm, strings & acoustics
Acoustics of life’s speed of light
Light music that stretches the sky
Acoustics balanced on an optic nerve

Written for Miz Quickly’s Blitz Poem, although this isn’t a Blitz poem because I misunderstood the instructions. This is a “Chain Verse” Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.