…
As exotic as life gets for her,
really. A circus – she’s turned down
three rings
……….(so far)
and the villain still pursues her.
She’s not destined
for Harvard or Yale, hails from
much more a capella places,
all traces of precocious
stripped with the melody.
At her core, she’s more
than rhyme and meter, song
-writer dis
-abled by scroll
and key, coal
and timber not yet burned.
She’s turned hum
-or tune into musical tear,
riding the treble
clefs and fret and bars
and rests
by accident.
Oh, de-lightful, de-lovely;
arm her with a magazine,
steering wheel,
unstrung violin.
Alas, she’ll blast her Alanis
Morissette, Sheryl Crow, Elvis
Costello, Diana Krall, Natalie Cole
and just take it all
in.
…
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Fabulous, inspiring word list from my Shawna.
You did an excellent job!!! I love this girl … and the way you made it about you by hyphenating your name into the mix a couple of times. 🙂
I adore the way you turned this, playing with circus/rings; relationships ARE like a circus; SO clever! …
“she’s turned down
three rings
……….(so far)
and the villain still pursues her”
“She’s not destined” … I love this line on its own, pointing out that she doesn’t believe in destiny. She makes her own way and her own choices.
Love “hails from
much more a capella places” … Her music needs no accompaniment. Wonderful!
This stanza is so smart:
“She’s turned hum
-or tune into musical tear,
riding the treble
clefs and fret and bars
and rests
by accident.” … You packed so much extra meaning in there with your line breaks and homophones. Treble (trouble), fret (2 kinds), bars (probably 3 or 4 kinds, if you count musicality, drinking establishments, and all sorts of food/dessert), rests (2 kinds). Oh, and the homophones inside “tear.”
“arm her with a magazine” … I like the way you reiterated the fact that she doesn’t need a man on her arm … especially when she has her music and her reading material. She’s good to go all on her own. 🙂 Especially when she’s driving and listening to her (old school) tunes.
Awww, thanks, Love. Peru, Indiana, is apparently some kind of “Circus Capital.” 😉
Oh, look at that! I didn’t even know. 🙂 That’s what I love about weird word lists. They make you research, and in the process of learning new stuff, you get poem ideas.
Well, I was thinking this was going to be a “carnie” poem, with the mention of the circus at the start.
I suppose we should be glad she passed on the rings and is content with her music!
I love the stanza “At her core.”
Very lovely, De! 🙂
Thank ya, ma’am. 🙂
Shawna’s word list was good for you, De. What a free spirit – the “three rings, so far” and other circus references, fab. The “unstrung violin” reminds me of several women I know, and the blasting of music, well, that’s simply a must! Peace, and thanks for a beauty of a poem. Amy
Thank you, Amy! Always love when you stop by. I’ll swing by your neck of the woods later today. 😉