The Songwriter Poem by Steve Hancock

The Songwriter

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Some might say eccentric
Strumming potential strings
Searching for pure inspiration
The songs the crooner sings

His laughter comes in rhythm
His joy composes rhyme
His heartbeat is a metronome
That keeps a perfect time

His pain a vacant canvass
His tears a turning lathe
From which he sculptures music
On the unreplenished stave

His songs unnurtured babies
He cradles in his arms
Tainted with life’s misdemeanours
Adorned with lexicon charms

Some might say eccentric
If so then crown me king
Mine is that haunting melody
You can not help but sing

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ann Beard 08 December 2007

Poetry is music the more eccentric the more interesting. Very good.

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Marilyn Lott 25 August 2007

You have a very exciting style of writing. I'll be waiting for more! Marilyn

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Perfect rhyme and rhythm here for sure Steve- almost makes one want to sing along which as you rightly say these things so often do, engagingly.... t x

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Trade Martin 25 August 2007

Very nice, Steve....! ! ! Best, T.M..

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