I am told of a song worth singing
That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:
“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”
This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that
A song I must sing, I am told
Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.
Wanna win me back
Become a storyteller
Now explain yourself
Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
Untouchable from on high
Come from the edge of space
Mock me at Mach 3
Leave your fingerprints everywhere
Your stealthy bones, museum-bound
Your legacy, my tale to spin!
I knew nothing before you
Not a worthwhile thing
When to climb to heights
Why all feels imprecise
Where I ought to look
To sometimes not think twice
I knew nothing before you
Nothing that meant a fig
How I have it all
Why I love baseball
Not even my name
To rise again, post-fall
I heard him begin to breathe deep
Even breaths
Slipping away into sleep
Lulled
Garrison Keillor on the radio
If there’s ever a doubt
That the universe exists
As much in us as we in it
Watch and listen
To a child
And a storyteller
At the same time
Funny the Storyteller
Consciously oblivious to the realities
Accepts the reigns nonetheless
Walking in wisdom
Feigning the fool
Weaving your heart with the truth
We’re here bare-hearted
Smiles crumpled up in a kiss
What do you wish for
Art Credit, Tiger R., age 7
Mr. Great, Mr. Great
I must touch your teeth
They have stories, such great stories
I’ll tempt them to tell
I have secrets, secret secrets
And a contagious splash
See here This Thing, This Shiny Thing
I’ll force your smile yet
