A song for “Little Egypt’s” Poetry Challange site. See: LittleEgypt
“Sweet Daughter”
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When something is reflecting
In a field without water
Then it must be your eyes
My loving sweet daughter.
How the music moves in the grass
How the flowers can dance a celtic reel,
They know how much you mean to me
They know how wonderful I feel.
When something is reflecting
In a field without water
Then it must be your eyes
My loving sweet daughter.
And the pollen that’s in your hair,
Through the hazy sun it slivers
As your sweet voice laughs on
Over the mountains and the rivers.
When something is reflecting
In a field without water
Then it must be your eyes
My loving sweet daughter.
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Lord Pineapple
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And today’s Poem:
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Consider this thus:
a man whose silence is broken by
a ticking clock
and sighing chimes,
knows not the time
as he wipes his eyes
in blades of grass,
and cleans inside his ears
with straw twigs.
It would be easy
just to go to sleep
and never to wake again
as the clock melts his brain
and his heart stops beating at
the table in the corner of the pub
the half-sipped beer.
Consider this thus:
the moment when they realise
that he will never wake again
to hear the ticking of the clock
or the chimes it makes,
or never again will he wipe his eyes
on blades of grass
or clean out his ears
with twigs of straw.
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Lord Pineapple
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ALL your lovely comments will be answered in the next three days, and all your poetry and so on will be read carefully.
Listening to “Pan Pipes Play Celtic”. Track 11 “Shepherd Moons” is the most beautiful, it inspired that song above! Honestly! Indeed it could be the tune to it!
Comments (40)
How perfect to read this right now…my daughter…a ‘snotty’ 4 year old, who, today, thinks she’s 16…and is driving me crazy…THIS reminds me of how she normally is, it reminds me of my complete adoration of her…and I needed reminding today…thank you.
xoxo
~Buttercup
Two beautiful poems.
The first is sweet and wonderful.
I do not have that CD but I know Celtic pan pipe so I can imagine it easily. I know you miss your daughter. It is nice to remember.
The second poem is just downright interesting! I like it very much.
Avast, who goeth there? I got caught at the net with the first three words: “Consider this thus”–or thust and you’d have a whole death scene foreshadowed. Alas, thus spaketh Merrowzthra
MiLord…the first poem..leaves me quite speechless…it is so endearing to any of us mothers or fathers’ with daughters….
the second one for me was the sad one…or should I say “Melancholy”…
Dorothea
celtic music is great music to write with…excellent choice of words on these…
What a beautiful poem for your daughter!
And the second poem, so melancholic, but with wonderful images… the straw twigs, the melting clock as the alarm in the mind that never awakes, really makes you stop and think.
Amazing and awesome -Margot
You tell me you cant do lyrics anymore and then you give me this. All I can say is I love it. It’s just beautiful it really is.
Kind of an interesting twist on that second one from the doing to the thinking of when it can no longer be done as he is no longer there to point out his idiosyncracies. Did I spell that one wrong I am sure. Good point towards appreciation.
Two very good posts! I especially like the poem following your lyrics. Peace.
Pan Pipes must be my favorite instrument in all the world and how well I understand the songs that are born of it. Your talent is ceaseless. Infinite Blessings
Beautiful dancing daughter.
Otherwise, I suggest cleaning ears with something softer.
Worth saying again, I love a sweet Pineapple.
And I love whimsy that wanders from Dali to Whitman and from the sublime to the ridiculous.
I’m glad Little Egypt scolded you into posting them.
Italian boys huh?
My older daughter is dating an boy with an Italian name,
Alietti or something like that.
We are leaving the computers home. I think that is a good idea…
You are not banned from my site, yet ….
How absolutely gorgeous the song is. I could almost hear it playing in my head.
Is there anyway to solidify a clock-melted brain? Is death the only relief from the pain of death?
These are beautiful. I am very fond of celtic music…the lyrics are fantastic.
I responded to your comment on my site, btw.
Super choice….Thanks…
I Just had to keep The Sarahs poem too….it was so much fun!
You amaze me!
Your images are lovely, and your words are strong.
Beautiful ……….
Both poems speak to me.
Thank you for dropping by and for your input. I can certainly appreciate the practicality of it all… Who the hell really cares which parent stays home and which one works, as long as it’s for the benefit of everyone.
Despite my wishes to ultimately be a stay-at-home mom, if I were pulling in much, much more money than my husband AND that I do not despise my job, then I wouldn’t mind that he stay home.
Of course, as you mentioned, for the younger children’s sake, I agree and I think I would prefer to be there during the first few years as they’re growing up.
Meanwhile…
I quite enjoyed reading your song and poetry. Thank you for sharing that. It inspires me to post some of my old poetry and perhaps even start writing again…
As of late, I’ve limited myself to random ranting and raving and the occasional “Midnight Haiku” at http://www.darlingniki.org.
Thanks again for the visit, the props, the feedback and the inspiration!
xoxoxo,
Darling Niki
… are you dark enough, darling?
P.S. I looooove Celtic music. Got engaged in Ireland at the Cliffs of Moher.
It would not be hard for any man to take in an rich, generous, man-loving old lady, but would you consider an old lady who loves you and your poetry and will fill your head with notions of wealth and fame when your works are published? Ah’m awful good at buttering up and I never tire of your poetry. Sadly, I have no money just a generous loving heart.
You never fail to brighten my day…Thank you, you gorgeous person.
great scott.
what a tremendous delight to come across this piece of father to daughter today. well done, indeed.
merci beaucoup
lol i didn’t see the type there before lol, should really learn to double read my work thanks alot =)
thanx for correcting that poem can you please read my other poems on my site and tell me what you think thank you and when i get a chance i will correct that poem but i have to say that that is not my poem i put it on my site because i really like i got it from poetry.com well please visit my site often and tell me what you think so i can improve thank you!
sidra
impressive writing.
The ticking of a clock – so ordinary and yet so extaordinary.
As always, your talent amazes me. The first is a glorious tribute and can be appreciated by anyone with a child in their life. The second made me slow down and appreciate the moment. Thanks for your poetry…it’s a bright spot in my day.
Thanks for your advice about a pen name. I always used my initials because I don’t feel comfortable putting my whole name b/c after all this is the internet. LOL. I shall therefore use a pen name.
Lovely work as always! Very wonderfully written indeed!
RYN: Thanks for your support. People that are so self consumed just PISS ME OFF! *rolls eyes* I have bigger things to be concerned about then their stupid childish ways!
Ahhhh and now that I am done with my mini-rant, YAY! It is Friday baby! YAHOO!
Roses are red
Chrysanthemums are white
Im sick of working with those
Who arent quite right.
Amazing as always…I especially like the first one…
Oh so delightful.
love your writings so much, thanks for your input, it is appreciated!!!
donna
” Sweet daughter ” is really a beautiful poem . I like especially it .
Yes in August many Frenchs go away and many activities stop . But we prefer to go in July to avoid the crowd .
In friendship Michel
beautiful
Nice, I don’t think I’m ever going to write poetry but that doesn’t mean I can’t apprecaite the works of those that do.
I went to the site with all the poems on it and saw that one about your daughter. I liked it so followed it back to you.
The 1 about daughters is beautiful I wish parents showed their love for their children more. and the 2nd another great poem of yours im guessing is it a true story?
-Stephanie
I want to set Sweet Daughter to music myself…that is a really beautiful thing you’ve written.