Sing to me...

[dustandwater]

Hello, poets.

Just dropping in with another prompt to try to keep you all going.

This time, a beginning. Those of you who want to join in, simply start your poem with the words, "Sing to me". After that, it's all you.

Any takers?

-D&W

[Brigid Briton]

Hi d&w, What a great challenge. Here goes:

Sing to me.
Numb me.
Close my eyes and ears
to all the lies
and hatred,
the greed
that has infected
the foxes like rabies,
leaving them
wild-eyed
and frothing at the mouth,
spewing
ill-conceived fantasies,
barking about a god
I pray doesn't exist,
one they claim directs
and supports
their demented attempts
to convince
the chickens
they have nothing
to fear.

[SweetSilverBird]

I'll bite! (and it was a pretty tasty bite too)

I liked Brigid's rather dark take on the phrase. Really Brigid you inspired me, and reminded me of the dark conspiracy talk that I sometimes hear my room mate spout. Poor tormented soul. But you know.. you take inspiration where it comes from, and work with it as you can. Here's mine.

Sing to me... (and keen in the white-washed wind)
by Deborah Neher

Sing to me and keen in the white-washed wind
of all the spectacle and horror you have seen.
Bring all the colour back and then recind
the power given where the powers have been.
Lift up your heads from blank and dreamless sleep
and be uncomfortable but be true.
See all iniquities, though they be deep
and they will come to be revealed to you
for what they are, and then you can be gone.
When those who would enslave you in the night
know nothing of the learning of the song;
they never will anticipate your flight.
This cause needs not a hero left unsung,
but one who'll tell the truth to everyone.

[Brigid Briton]

Great one, Deb!

[diannet]

Brigid a terrific poem, I love your take on this... and Deb you too have delved beyond... gosh I feel mine is just a little light... oh well here it is...

Sing to me
Carry me on melodic waves
Toss me on the shore
Under a setting sun
So I may dance until dawn
In the warmth of your arms
In the soul of your song

Sing to me
So I may soar from ocean depths
Splash the sky with a wisp of cloud
To gently fall in the bubble of a raindrop
That lands safely in the lap of the world

Sing to me
A lullaby of peace
So I may sleep soundly
On the gentle waves of you voice
Knowing all will be well

[Brigid Briton]

Lovely, Dianne!

[dustandwater]

Wow. Some great and quick writes. Good work, poets.

Here's mine. I'm shocked by the similarities it shares with diannet's - I didn't peek, honest!

Sing to me
as I drift to sleep.
Let me sail upon your melody
from these shores
into the depths of unconsciousness. 
May the last thing I hear
before I sink
beneath the cool surface
be the softness of your voice. 
May the words
stay with me
in the eternal dream
of the hereafter. 
Enshroud me with your harmony
that I be buried with your song
and have it echo through the heavens
and mingle with the music of angels.
I do not ask of you
to weep for me
for I am not sad.
We have both been waiting
and now it is time for me to go;
My only remaining wish is this:
as I drift to sleep,
sing to me.

-D&W

[dustandwater]

Brigid, is yours election-related?

Diannet, penultimate line: 'you' should be 'your'.

-D&W

[SweetSilverBird]

D&W, your 'Sing to me' poem ebbs and flows on the page like the tides of the sea, just the image you begin with and even just looking at the poem you can see it. This poem gently lures us into consolation that we not feel grief for our beloved. Instead we are entreated to sing a lullaby for the dying. It is good to be needed. It is consoling - for the living and the dying. It is enchanting.

[SweetSilverBird]

Hey Diannet I like your romantic poem. It's so full of fantastical imagery! It was just what I needed on a dark November day. It's pretty grey here in Canada this time of year, so we'll be needing to borrow some of your sunshine from time to time. Thank you for that!

[Fire Monkey]

I like all of these, well done everyone. I guess I should also join in and offer up a poem, so here I go:

Sing to me softly in gentle tones that ease the passing hours;
Let you words become a murmur, like the sea along the shore when slowly blows the wind,
your words, like ethereal gossamer, to wrap around my weary form.

As the sun gives way to moonlight seen through the ragged trees;
Let your song lift me, if only for a while, that I might have the will
to face the coming trials and stand tall, as if I had the strength to carry on.

Sing to me of memories, now mostly lost, of happy times when the world was bright,
to help me make it through night's ever creeping dark;
For with your song I know that I will yet survive and I in turn might find the voice to sing to you.

[diannet]

Well I came up with another one...and this just happened as I watered my garden and it just seemed to fit with the prompt. Lovely poem D&W...I think that phrase sing to me just brings to mind the ocean... as I see Fire Monkey has found the sea too. Very romantic poem Fire Monkey. Anyway here's my newbie and it rhymes.. Not always so good at the rhyme...anyway!

Sing to me a serenade
a song just for me
Oh lonely butcher bird
Perched upon my tree

Just a little cheery tune
A sweet delicate melody
Oh a more lovelier song
Surely there could not be

As the day begins to close
And the sun fades into the sea
I will never forget my butcher bird
And the day he sang to me

[Fire Monkey]

Thanks Diannet. I hope you have many serenading birds to fill the sunsets.

I also wrote another poem for this challenge:

Sing to me
in butterfly whispers or trumpet blare,
though it shatters the bonds of the world;
I shall bear.

Sing to me
in the sensibilities of the wren or the extravagances of the starling,
with words I do not wish to hear or thoughts I do not dare to dream;
I shall listen.

Sing to me
the comfort of a friend or passions of a lover,
to heal and guide or fill my eyes with stars;
I shall welcome.

Sing to me
the well worn songs of old or the songs that none have sung,
like the phoenix rising from the ashes to soar once more;
I shall accept.

Sing to me
for no other sound is worthy to be heard,
no other song can reach inside and touch me;
I shall be complete.

Copyright November 7, 2012 by Timothy Emil Birch

[SweetSilverBird]

I am so glad you have come back with another swing at that challenge. Your first poem just didn't feel like you had your head and heart quite both connected. It seemed a bit cliche' if you don't mind me saying. I so wanted you to open the window and challenge your self away from the tired old sentiments -- AND YOU DID!!! Yay!!!!

The second SingToMe was absolutely brilliant. It takes you on a lovely ride and makes you think, but doesn't make you think you are in danger or anything. Rather, that you are in good hands.. Like Anna is with Bates on Downton Abbey <blush>

But you are a much better poet than Bates. LOL. Keep Calm and Carry on.

[Brigid Briton]

Wow, dustandwater,

You have really captured our fancy with this "prompt". You have stirred up everyone's muse and the result has been some really great work. This was a great idea. Thanks!

And, thanks Dianne, Deb and Tim for rising to the challenge. Great work, everyone.

Does anyone have a new prompt to offer?

[Fire Monkey]

I'm glad you like it.