This is so bizarre! Ok so i wrote this poem the night before last. I was feeling melancholic and wanted to write something cheery about fancy dress (id been having fun in a charity shop with my daughter that day).... this came out instead and i ended up sobbing my heart out. I think i needed the cry tbh. Loosely in my head i had two songs going on - the first i forget the title but was about finding a rug in an old junk shop - sung by claire martin, the other was joni mitchell - the last time i saw richard.
I dont know. I just write, memorise, perform. You'll get the angels among us ref at the end. I posted the written version yesterday and @rensoul alerted me to this so i thought id record it. Ive since changed the title from its original - Oh To Dance With Angels to The Great Pretender. I think now i prefer the first title again. Enjoy xxx
Your voice is like a blanket. Soft. Airy. Featherlight. Your words are like the strings in the instruments the angels play. I feel dizzy, in a good way, lifted and lit by you and your Vision. I am in awe .
Thank you for this delightful entry in Steemit Vision Quest.
Thank you for your beautiful words <3 <3 <3
Yes. Like a blanket is a great way to describe how I feel when I listen to you speak your soulful verses.
I played one for my teenager and their words were something to the effect of angel. My husband heard you and came to join us, I think he said, impish faerie.
You are my angel girl.
I know you found your words and verse because you had to endure tough times.
I am glad that you reaped something so treasured. Silver linings is an over used term, but your cloud is the cloud of an angel and is indeed heavenly lined with the shiniest of treasure and light.
Thank you my sister.
You write beautiful words and I'm very touched. I certainly haven't been feeling like an angel recently haha :) ah so you have a teenage child too! I have a pair of them - boys. Of course they are thoroughly embarrassed by Everything I Do! Which is wonderful fun. Isn't it strange how we come together here yet our lives must be so different. I saw the photograph you put on of the tree and everything looks so sunny. It's sunny here to to be fair feels like the first day of spring and woodpecker is back in the garden, but we get a day like this every February and then the rains come in again! Still it can be enjoyed whilst it lasts. Sending sunny sun to you and well-behaved teenage child vibes! Xxxx
I have a toddler and a teen. Threenager and teenager.
I can't believe you have teenagers you look like a baby.
I can't believe I have teenagers either! I'm convinced I got caught in a time-space Continuum. :) :) teenager in threenager though you've got a double whammy!!
You sent me the link and so i listened to your recorded version. I hadn't heard the slight bitterness or cynicism on the written page, but hearing it read brings it all out! The poem is very vivid somehow. Love it and love the quality of your voice too.
Hi Shivvi, <3 thank you so much for your lovely comment. I'm not doing much steemit at the moment although I do mean to pop in each week and just to check out people I'm following. I'm glad you enjoyed it though I'm not quite sure how bitter or cynical it was supposed to be lol :) - maybe it is more the Mourning you are latching onto? Who knows - maybe it is bitter and cynical and I didn't even realise . either way I suppose it is open to individual interpretation and thank you once again so much for taking the time to watch and comment xxx