"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, February 21, 2019
(what music was this_train ride)
everyone else would mute
or numb their faces & bodies
still as snow full moon
while listening to music
in their headphones
but not you
you fold your arms
crosswise upon your chest
thumping in synch with your heartbeat
your fingers light as air
if only you could
strip away your heavy
drab
winter coat & boots
& sing it
sing
with butterfly wings
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Loving this! Were you on the same commuter rail I was on yesterday that motivated my post today???? :)
ReplyDeleteI love your observations on your commuter train... I can see that person who finds his own music... what a strength that is needed (though I expect people would find him crazy)
ReplyDeleteA different drummer, indeed. I liked the lightness of the last stanza, making me see butterflies fluttering slow motion to classical music.
ReplyDeleteI have a train ride to look forward to next Thursday. I love the story you tell in this poem, Grace, which is something I don’t see too often as I don’t commute. It reminds me of my husband, who listens to music all the time, he thumps, drums his fingers and sometimes hums the lead breaks! I, like Glenn, like the lightness of the final stanza.
ReplyDeleteI love the longing in the last stanza! The idea of singing with butterfly wings is gorgeous!!❤️
ReplyDeleteI very much enjoy this lively description of a person who is comfortable in their own skin.
ReplyDeleteOne might freeze if they stripped it all away today anyway haha
ReplyDeleteOh, I really love that final stanza--such delicacy. It's funny that you wrote of a commuter train, like Lillian and a snow moon like Björn, but something altogether different from either.
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery of singing with butterfly wings :)
ReplyDeletePeople still do sing while on the subway or walking down the street...but not as frequently as used to be. It's a welcome sound!
ReplyDeleteI have at least one son who likes to drum with fingers (pen, spoon,ruler) whenever he stops to hear his inner music.
ReplyDeleteI love this. Every now and then I pull up beside one of these free spirits just sing away in their car as a light! Well done.
ReplyDeleteSing with butterfly wings...
This is such celebration of freedom. Love it Grace!
ReplyDeleteFolding one's arms crosswise while listening to music does seem to be a difficult way to enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteyour middle stanza describes a discontented person, the posture says it all, but he is a contradiction, he has fingers light as air, a riddle in a poem, nice Grace
ReplyDeleteI really like the second stanza, especially
ReplyDelete"thumping in synch with your heartbeat
your fingers light as air"
Great visual.