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normally i would put a post like this on my tumblr. but i thought i needed to lighten the mood up ’round here a bit, especially since some folks took my last post a bit too literally. *rolls eyes* (it was about love people…and how sometimes we need someone special who understands us deeply to help remind us we’re alive…)

anyway…stumbled across this gal and i think she has wicked talent…so of course i had to share it with all of you. hope you enjoy!

xo

“anywhere, anytime, any day…”

you would never
give me that look

you could never
hurt me like that

i’m never afraid
of you

in fact
for this and more
i love you

and treasure
spending every day
with you

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

a day off is a good prescription for equilibrium. and that’s what we desperately needed.

today is waking up in bright morning sunshine and vibrant multi-colored fruity-o’s. today is ear-to-ear smiles & relaxed sighs.

hey, every day can’t wade through the past & be filled with gut-wrenching emotion & pain. sometimes you sleep it off and you just feel like going out. (take me out, baby.)

yup, today i don’t even mind the neighbor’s music. i’m imagining that they’re budding musicians honing their craft on the cusp of a breakthrough.

her mind can spin a million miles a minute. truly, entire universes are locked up in there. i enjoy listening to them as much as i like the silence.

she has an idea. she feels that there’s a power there, has sensed it in a way. but i think she’ll be genuinely shocked the first time they actually reach in and gently calm the gyrations. i believe the piercing affect will come as a pleasant but profound surprise.

so it’s not going to be “perfect.” but life never is. you have to divide your presence and that’s completely understandable. in fact, i admire your selflessness. most wouldn’t be that caring.

but let’s just stay here awhile. tomorrow we can get back up. today let’s just fall. let’s just go out. (take me out, baby.)

yesterday was a day off. today’s a day for “on.”

“i just closed my eyes again…”

byJTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

thank you to @raneedillon for hosting me last week over at her place.

i ♥ ambiguous metaphor. it allows the reader to paint their own emotions, fears & desires onto an open canvas that i’m priviledged to provide. occasionally, the imagination of my readers goes far beyond the scope of my intended message. for better or for worse, when that happens i know i’ve produced a good piece.

ranee was kind enough to inspire me with the following prompt:

a poem trapped in the stir crazy mind…desperate for the relief found on alabaster pages…

below is the resulting poem & some explanatory prose. i don’t usually provide interpretation for my poetry, but i thought the subject matter of this piece made for a nice prose accompaniment.

release

springing forth inside a maze-like cavern
i toil in sinuous oscillation toward my destination
to be combusted by the friction between your fingertips

my purpose, your utility
building into the crescendo of our release
ebony waves crashing on the shores of our alabaster universe

i believe everyone has poetry lying dormant inside the deep wells of the soul. blood pumps from the heart, feeding & carrying oxygen through our bodies. so too, words of passion & authenticity flow within the soul like a heavy petroleum-waiting only for the thrust of creativity and ignition of life to be caught ablaze.

we are all closet poets. we commute through life meditating on yesterday & today, formulating a plan for tomorrow. all of this quiet contemplation is energy that if we stopped long enough to record, would fill up volumes upon volumes of self-analysis and universal truth.

the next time life happens, write it down. let the emotions trapped inside your mind flow from your heart to your arm, to your fingertips. let your stream of consciousness bleed onto paper. you just might find that your internal poet is the kindred spirit you’ve always wanted to meet but never knew existed. without fail, you’ll experience a profound release, as the pressure bubbling inside gives birth to the tangible.

“my gift is my song and, this one’s for you…”

by JTW
©2010 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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