I’ve been struggling lately to find the words. After writing for other people, it becomes hard to write for yourself again. But, out of last evening came a couple of pieces, the first either a jazz or jump blues little number and the second an odd piece that if nothing else shocked the bar fly that asked to read it as soon as it was finished. (I guess he was imagining me a modern female Bukowski.)
These two pieces came from opposite ends of the evening where my focus was to put pen to paper more than to write for an audience, but I haven’t blogged lately, so here you go…
Sweeten up Papa
I just fell off from thinking again
Blew a fuse and had to make amends
It wasn’t that I ever want to blow,
But I started getting frustrated with how it might go.
Darling you know I’d never do you no harm
Still I hope & pray to be back in your arms
But the way you’re acting lately baby
Ain’t no way to treat a lady
So it’s time to turn you loose.
Sweeten up papa & come back home.
Lighten up mister, don’t you leave me alone.
But if you treat me like a dog and won’t throw me a bone
My heart will finally break and turn to stone.
Open the door
With the knob that turns
Rather than knocking forever
On the barred entrance
From your last exit.
Softly let go of the clenched fist
Allowing the light of a new dawn
To dance upon your palm
Then lift your head to greet the sun
with shining eyes.
Out of the shadow of last night’s storm
a sunflower bursts in the light of morn.
Even a raging muse needs inspiration sometimes. Last night it came in the form of the music created by Aaron Woody Wood. You can find out more about him and his current album project here on his kickstarter project page.