Chirouke
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She is remembering what it was like to sail with the wind rushing all around her and the smell and feel of the salty air. Superb. Thank you.
I see a woman yearning for her lover and Child.
When I saw the photo I thought of Virgina Wolfe filling her pockets with heavy stones
and wading out into the water to drown, and that brought to mind a poem by Stevie Smith
called Not waving but drowning to which I put a melancholy melody to. Here is the
video and the words.
Gm Dm
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
Eb Bb F
But still he lay moaning:
Gm Dm
I was much further out than you thought
Eb Bb F
And not waving but drowning.
Cm Eb Bb F
Poor chap, he always loved larking
Eb Bb F
And now he's dead
Cm Eb Bb F
It must have been too cold for him
Eb Bb F
his heart gave way,They said.
Gm Dm
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
Eb Bb F
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
Gm Dm
I was much too far out all my life
Eb Bb F
And not waving but drowning.
She looks like she might be considering that walking right out into that ocean could be an option ....
She looks like she might be considering that walking right out into that ocean could be an option ....
OK an original written for the challenge. I'm sticking with my premise of melancholy thoughts in a beautiful location.
Naw she was not going to top herself She was dipping her toes in the water to see if it was just right for swimming.
chirouke hey there just wanna say this is a great thread and contest and a super, thought-provoking challenge - thank you for setting this going!
lol yeah that would be great! oh but it might impact on your available uke-ing time... *stops* *thinks*... nope, not even with super duper easy open tuning could you knit AND uke!Or maybe I'll be knitting everyone a hat.
When I was born
You held me tight
I slept right through, right through the night
Then I heard a voice
A calling to light
He was holding me and loving you
A man cradled my head
So strong but tired
He wept into, into the night
Why can’t I recall your face?
In my reflection I see a trace
Of the eyes that first, that first held mine
In the palm of my hand
In a moment you stand
In the light, the light of the rising sun
Chirouke: Your idea for doing a song is more important to me than any contest or prizes. Thank you for the inspiration.Agreed. It's wonderful to dream. I've had this image stuck in my minds eye for a week now through song am now able to explore why it pulls my curiosity so. I'm wondering if I can narrow it to one winner. Or maybe I'll be knitting everyone a hat.
Chirouke: Your idea for doing a song is more important to me than any contest or prizes. Thank you for the inspiration.
Interesting reading tonight. Imagine my surprise when I saw this picture in the Yahoo news.
http://www.universetoday.com/121822/a-thrift-store-find-yields-an-astronomical-mystery/
yes i think it's a great idea!Shall we do this image inspiration again sometime?