The Nevermores …

With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe, the name for our poetry group, is a reminder of life’s fleeting moments and thus, why poetry is important: it is a way for us to treasure the unrepeatable nature of a moment, a one-time encounter. 

There are five of us. Rose, Marcie, Erica, Ryan, and me. Ryan offered our prompt last week:  

Write a poem inspired by a song!

If you’re inspired, join us! Leave your poem (or a link) in the comments!

“Song in the Breeze”

(Click here to listen)

There’s a song in the breeze
Hear it singin through the trees
As it blows along, you will know the tune
Time can heal, so I’ve been told
If you believe it, you’ll grow old
All the time we need together’s coming soon

excerpted from “Song in the Breeze”

lyrics written by Henry Paul III

I was introduced to southern rock by my future husband. His musical tastes range from heavy metal to fusion jazz. I, on the other hand, had a limited exposure to music and leaned lazily on soft rock, which horrified him. He used his passion for southern rock bands to broaden my musical range. The Outlaws were one of those bands and I was taken immediately with their beautiful harmonies.

Their debut album (OUTLAWS, 1975) became a favorite cassette on long car rides. “Song in the Breeze” was playing on a road trip we took to the Grand Canyon: windows down (no air conditioning), hot wind blowing through the car.

The song comes back to me, often in spring, when Palo Verde trees dance in desert winds. It was years later when I thought to look at the lyrics. This year, it feels especially appropriate. I find myself pushing play, lately on a bike ride, thinking about all that has happened in the past two years.