Thursday, March 29, 2007

Sing me a poem.

It's surprising how often we encounter poetry in our everyday lives and don't even realize it. There is poetry in every art, from dance to sculpture, from film to needlework, even an exquisite meal can be poetic. Every creative endeavor has some of what can only be described as poetry in it. Don't get me wrong - I'm not going all American Beauty on you and espousing the glories of plastic bags blowing in the wind (I suppose that is beautiful to someone). I'm just saying that you don't have to read a poem to experience poetry.

The most common example of this is a song. The lyrics to some of my favorite songs are poems in their own right, with the music enhancing the experience. One fairly modern example for me is Comfortable by John Mayer, off of the album, Inside Wants Out. You can listen to the song at, but please take a moment to read through the lyrics, as they are superb on their own:

I just remembered that time at the market
Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rolled down aisle five
You looked behind you to smile back at me
Crashed into a rack full of magazines
They asked us if we could leave

I can't remember what went wrong last September
Though I'm sure you'd remind me if you had to

Our love was comfortable and so broken in

I sleep with this new girl I'm still getting used to
My friends all approve,
Say she's gonna be good for you
They throw me high fives
She says the Bible is all that she reads
And prefers that I not use profanity
Your mouth was so dirty

Life of the party and she swears that she's artsy
But you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane

Our love was comfortable and so broken in
She's perfect
So flawless
Or so they say

She thinks I can't see the smile that she's faking
And poses for pictures that aren't being taken
I loved you
Grey sweatpants
No makeup
So perfect

Our love was comfortable and so broken in
She's perfect
So flawless
I'm not impressed
I want you back

No comments:

Post a Comment