Day 65: Today Learn a Poem By Heart

Day 65: Today Learn a Poem By Heart


Hope is a thing with feathers.  
By Emily Dickinson


Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all


And sweetest, in the gale, a heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm


I've heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never in extremity,
It ask a crumb of me.


I lost interest in poetry mid way through high school.  Now the only poetry I make is with the magnetic words on my fridge.  However, at that same time in high school, music took over my world so to speak.  I love lyrics and think they are as much poetry as if you read one like stated above.  I memorize all my favorite lyrics so for the sake of today's task I will put the song I believe to be a poem to a guitar which is "Ripple" by Grateful Dead.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine 
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, 
Would you hear my voice come thru the music, 
Would you hold it near as it were your own? 

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, 
Perhaps they're better left unsung. 
I don't know, don't really care 
Let there be songs to fill the air. 

Ripple in still water, 
When there is no pebble tossed, 
Nor wind to blow. 

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, 
If your cup is full may it be again, 
Let it be known there is a fountain, 
That was not made by the hands of men. 

There is a road, no simple highway, 
Between the dawn and the dark of night, 
And if you go no one may follow, 
That path is for your steps alone. 

Ripple in still water, 
When there is no pebble tossed, 
Nor wind to blow. 

You who choose to lead must follow 
But if you fall you fall alone, 
If you should stand then who's to guide you? 
If I knew the way I would take you home.