Monday, October 10, 2016

She Rose to Crankin' Up the 3-String Shovel Guitar 
Through his love a special person becomes so much more 
Through his imagination a shovel becomes so much more 

She Rose (poem) 

Long before the dreams the hopes the wishes cast
The scenes which took his heart away
The themes of his imagination
The purpose of his breath
She rose
Long before the Joys the glow the kiss of dawn
The reasons flowing in the air
The limitless possibilities
The smile across his skies
She rose
And there in a moment
This timeless forever
Paradox of reason
Blossomed to the light
Blossomed through his wonderings
Far beyond his fantasies
Far beyond the still waters
Touched by the moon
As the orchestra played
Laid at her feet
Long before the sighs the thrills the pure magic
The endless treasures there fashioned
The world which waited stroke of a brush
One more moment of this
She rose 

Join this lover as he witnesses wonder in this poem. Why don't I call this a free form poem? It doesn't rhyme. On closer examination, it does follow a beat pattern. In many ways it is a rhymeless lyrical poem. 

This poem is about a mystery of love. I don't know what attracted me to Arlene. I was a good looking guy, with tons of girls after my attention. Many of these girls were prettier than Arlene. Add to this, Arlene suffered from rashes, which negatively effected what looks she had. Whatever the mysteries of love and a tear, Arlene had this guy, lock, stock and barrel. The sun rose because of Arlene. Now if love wasn't maddening enough, Arlene actually began to look better. Not just to me, but to everyone. One of the reasons Arlene's parents liked me was that Arlene's grades were improving. They attributed this to me. There was a mystery going on that I wouldn't see until years later. To me, Arlene was everything. My feelings about her brought about real improvements in her. These improvements made me better. Now we have an improved person drifting in and glorifying his source of everything, which brought about more improvements, which made a boy better... Soon, these improvements would touch others, which would find its way back to Arlene, which made a star for a boy to admire. And as the story went on, she rose. 

We all have our own unique driving force. Something that draws us forward. Something that call to us. Something that pushes us. Something that urges us. Something that makes us more than we are now. It is part of being human. Our improvement may be grand. Our improvement may seem minute. Even if we fail, we are improved. We are better for even trying. Each of our goals is unique to us. And one goal could lead to another. We are a wonder. Humans, as a whole, don't like change, yet we get bored. We are a wonder. Our unique driving force may seem only important to us (and they are important to us). We are special and touch so many. Hence, what moves us forward touches so many. What a wonderful life, Enjoy. 

Let's go back to her for a few minutes: Charles Aznavour "She" 

One of our driving forces is imagination 

The modern classical guitar was developed in the 19th century through the imagination of Antonio de Torres Jurado, Ignacio Fleta, Hermann Hauser Sr. One of the world’s leading ambassadors for the homegrown guitar music movement, international touring and recording artist Justin Johnson has been hailed by Guitar World as a “must-see act”, dubbed “The Wizard” for his mastery of stringed instruments, and recognized as Slidestock International Slide Guitar Champion. Justin Johnson's creativity and imagination is not limited to his guitar mastery. It seems to have turned to the shovel. 
Are we ready to be amazed? "Crankin' Up the 3-String Shovel Guitar!" 

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  1. Love the 'innate' rhythm of your poem and its slick imagery. You make it seem effortless, but I know it's not.

    1. Thank you for the complement and motivation

  2. Yep, pushing on and trying is key, failure teaches us more than winning does most times too.

    1. Is there really such a thing as "failure" really?
      (just posing a question to an active mind)
      Thank you

  3. Love is a mystery. A precious mystery.

    1. Here, here...
      Thank you for attesting to this

  4. Proof that the blush of love can brighten beauty.

    1. I have always said, "you can tell how much a woman is loved by how beautiful she is"
      Thank you

  5. Love can transcend preconceived boundaries. I think you saw the budding beauty of her soul and she bloomed from there. Sometimes there just is a magnetic attraction. A force a pull that moves us to see what others do not see. Love is magic if you ask me.

    Each of us a thread that connects with another thread which creates a circle - a dream catcher in many ways...

    1. Wow! I love you dream catcher analogy.
      Thank you and continue your dream

  6. What a lovely poem. It's wonderful when love makes us stronger and better than we were apart...

    1. Don't we know it.
      Thank you for the complement