Poetry Thursday

Central Reservation

lyrics by Beth Orton

Running down to a central reservation

In last night's red dress

And I can still smell you on my fingers

And taste you on my breath

Stepping through brilliant shades

Of the color you bring

But this time, this time, this time

Is whatever I want it to mean

If this is where memories are made

I'm gonna like what I see

And everything I ever took for granted

I'm gonna let it be

I step through every shade

Of the color you bring

But this time, this time, this time

Is whatever I want it to mean

And everything and nothing is

As sacred as we want it to be

When it's real

Make it real

Compared to what?

It's like living in the middle of the ocean

With no future, no past

And everything that's good about now

Might just glide right past

I'm stepping through brilliant shades

Of the color you bring

But this time, this time, this time

Is fine just as it is

And everything is sacred here,

And nothing is as sacred as I want it to be

When it's real

Compared to what?

Today I'm submitting the lyrics to one of my favorite songs. Music is my favorite form of poetry- I love when a song reaches out and grabs my attention with lines like in this one :And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath. This particular song holds meaning as I discovered it and its artist while living in the UK the first time- a time when I was also discovering the world and myself, who I was and wanted to be. I absorbed the line "this time is whatever I want it to be" and still hold it dear to my life, to my path. It's up to me to create a life I'm happy with, feel fulfilled by, get excited about- not someone else. Too often, I wait for it to fall into my lap, the "Solution", but I'm tired of waiting- it's time to get up and do something. I always say life has a way of working out for me, but what I forget is that I often am open to the possibilities, and ready for them- even if I don't know what they are before hand...does that make sense??

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ps- have another blog format question/query: why can't I get the spaces between paragraphs (or sections of a poem) to stay in the final draft? any ideas??