Monday, January 12, 2015
Create52: #2 -- Back Out / Out Back
So this is January 12th -- the date of the scheduled second entry in my Create52 weekly blogging event. I hope the new year is treating you well so far, and I thank you very much for taking the time to stop by my blog,
Let's get right to today's offering:
Since I started last week's Create52 post with a confession, how about I do it again:
Yes, there have been times where, in spite of my best intentions, I might not have stuck with it.
But you know what? This time I am.
I'm still creating new things and not backing out. Instead, I'm getting back out here with more to share. And I confess I'm feeling pretty good about that.
Back in the Outback
Today, the first thing I want to offer you is a musical piece. It's a wikiloops jam I call "Back in the Outback."
I took a very cool Australian-themed track made by wikiloops user, "jamlady," looped it twice to make it longer, added bass, and then laid down three tracks of guitar on it -- one spacy, distorted, and full of delay; one a chiming rythym; and the last one a lead that one wikiloops commenter said was something between Mark Knopfler and David Gilmour.
I think I would probably have to agree -- I guess I can wear my influences pretty blatantly at times. :)
This might not be your normal verse-verse-chorus kind of song, but I hope you still like it. Take a listen and see what you think,
You can click on the image, my "StratoRaptor" icon, or HERE to check it out.
And for a bonus offering for this Create52, I'm serving up another small sample of my writing -- a new piece of poetry I created especially for this blog post. I took the phrase, "out back," and let my imagination wander, and this is what I came up with.
It's a bit of free verse. There is no particular rhyme scheme, although there are a lot of rhymes in it. I hope you like it -- it's a bit different from my normal writing:
Out back, I hear the children play;
The swings swoop and sway, their chains creaking
amid the laughter, and young voices shrieking
Chasing after each other, they frolic in a choir
of giggles and whoops as they swing ever higher;
A timeless sound. I hear it every day, unless it rains,
until the quiet of the night.
from a swing, hanging by the links of its broken, rusty chain.
No laughing refrain – the choir shall not sing again;
not here any more.
The swings are banging, un-ridden in the wind.
A gusty blast, and one thinks of voices past,
of laughter I no longer hear. At the end, I remain here,
wishing for before.
Thank you so much for visiting, listening, and reading! See you next week for another Create52 entry!