Chord Left by Agnes Obel - A Musical Prompt

[Dee]

[Dee]

I fell asleep in the moonlight
Sunken deep in the moss
Wrapped in the scent of wet forest leaves
And the illusion of freedom

I felt I could do anything I wanted
When the morning came
I'd be so ready
Crisp intentions filling my lungs
Bright ambitions flexing my heart

I'd write I'd sing
I'd do magic
I'd make myself proud
I'd sparkle in the sun

I was still believing
When the creatures of the night began
Crawling out
From the nooks and crannies of the insecurities
And began to weave the doubts
Tie knots from worries
And breathe out clouds of grey
Numb the desires
Silence the music
And drain all the buzz

Like Gulliver in Lilliput
Hands cold in tiny ropes
Spun in a web of darkness I woke
Eyelids heavy and heart giving in
As they were dragging me away
Pulling me under the ground

This is the dream surely
A dream within a dream
And when I wake
I really wake
I'll find that
I can
I can

I still can

Can I?


~ A.P.

[Lori]

This one leaves me breathless. I'm going to revisit again and again. Oh the push and pull of life and good intentions with dreams taking root and flitting away intermittently. These shiny things shake their tail and ask us to keep reaching, do they not?

Thank you, sweet friend, for all you are and sharing your beautiful mind and writing!

[NurseRatched]

LOVE LOVE LOVE. A very eloquent expression of vision and doubt, circling back to reality & confidence. It marries with the music beautifully

[Moonchime]

Amen to that.

Yes I too so enjoyed it reading it Dee - and it seems so long since we've walked this way. You express so well those contradictory feelings that beset the soul - sometimes so thrilled and determined that everything is possible -

I'd write I'd sing
I'd do magic
I'd make myself proud
I'd sparkle in the sun

and then, so often in the small hours of the night and mind the creeping doubts that eat away at those budding aspirations;

I was still believing
When the creatures of the night began
Crawling out

and

Like Gulliver in Lilliput
Hands cold in tiny ropes
Spun in a web of darkness...

Pulling me under the ground

That last simile was very vivid to me and really made the image come alive.
A powerful piece of work.

[Dee]

Thank you so much, my friends, for your kind words about the manifestations of my insecurities in the middle of the night.

[Lori]

In the end, aren't these contrasts in emotions part of our life force yawning, stretching, and growing? Without doubts, where would our victories land in the scheme of things? Without sorrows, do we appreciate fully our joys? We are constantly dealing with the gifts and failings - yin and yang of our lives. We are not boring creatures, are we?

[Lori]

"And the illusion of freedom"

From the get-go, Mz. A. That line is so thought-provoking. This word holds so many different definitions for each individual.

[Moonchime]

I never knew any flowers bloomed at night. I will have to research more.

The Hibiscus is so beautiful in its determined unfurling. a glorious little insight.
Determination is rare at night I think; mine seeps to mush!!

[Dee]

Very interesting footage of the blooming at night... indeed, it's unusual.

I think it's common to be creative at night, work into the wee small hours in feverish excitement, riding the wave of inspiration.

It's the moment when you lie down and close your eyes and start planning what you want to do next... somehow being alone in the dark, unable to talk to anyone, suddenly everything starts to feel difficult and distant and somewhat pointless, increasingly unattainable ...

[Dee]

Yet Lori is totally right. If we never had to struggle for it, it would not mean so much.

[Lori]

The poem is deeply magical, PIC.