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“It’s a Great Life” – Third Day of National Poetry Month

April 3, 2015

It’s a Great Life

It’s a great life, if you don’t weaken–
so mama said, her face grown pale.
It’s a great life, if you don’t weaken,
but oh lord help, if you should fail.

I gave my love my heart’s safe-keeping
I gave my love my heart to hold:
oh it’s a great life, if you don’t weaken–
my love, he took that heart once whole.

Love’s just so grand until it weakens,
sun shines so bright on your travails,
But when skies dim and leave no beacon,
then tears are all that fill this vale.

That man, he gave my heart a beating
though it beat fast as any bird’s,
oh it’s a great life, if you don’t weaken,
If I but heard my mama’s words–

But life was loud when love was spoken,
and his hands’ touch–it felt so true–
It’s a great life, when vows aren’t broken,
but oh lord help, when love is through.

I gave that man my heart as token
of how I loved him through and through
It’s a great life, till we are broken
now, my heart’s gone, lord help me do.
It’s a great life, till we are broken,
now my heart’s gone, lord help me do.

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Here’s a song as my third poem for April 2015 National Poetry Month, and written for Shay (Fireblossom)’s prompt on With Real Toads.  I can sing this in my head, and it sings country. 

ps- I have edited this slightly since first posting.  I also came up with a very dirge like tune, which I have sung (ha!) and recorded here. 

 

Third Day of National Poetry Month – Old Dogs/Sandalwood Tricks

April 3, 2010

Dog Breath With Sandalwood Bracelet

The Way to Hold an Old Dog Close

The way to hold an old dog close is
to wear a sandalwood bracelet,
the beads of unburned incense almost inoculating you
from the yawns of decayed ivory.
You tell yourself, as you carry the dog down
stairs too steep for her to manage
(which means any stairs)
that they do make beef-flavored toothpaste,
but now the dog’s fifteen and you only bought one
tube ever, used once.
The thing is
that dogs are not actually children, and though she never snapped,
she would also not be coerced; your words, your mimed example,
did not influence.  (You’ve never seen, for example, a dog pushing a
toy baby carriage, or even pulling a wooden pup upon a string.)
But a sandalwood bracelet, on the other hand,
on the arm rather, the arm that
that cradles the old dog’s head,
as you make your ways downstairs,
may just do the trick.