Thursday, July 23, 2015


The sadder the song
the sweeter the sting;

tales of regret
spun around
countrypolitan arrangements
call to me
as sirens
cutting through the AM static.

Why I am helpless
to I follow them
in bittersweet masochism
though their poignant goodbyes
and scenes of
unrequited splendor?

As I watch my sleeping angel
the answer
comes to me:

once she and I lived in
one of those songs
until the day
I dared to leave
my self-imposed prison
and join my life
to hers.

As the songs play
I hear lessons learned
a little too late
and smile

for at least
once in my life

I got it right.

[The definition of countrypolitan, "For the Good Times" by Ray Price.]

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  2. ahhhh, sad and touching -- well done

  3. Very nice. You've perfectly summed up why I love the blues and sad songs. Dwight Yoakam is one of my favorites. Peace, Linda

  4. This is such a well written poignant piece!

  5. Love Ray Price. And you, of course, Mosky-roo.

  6. That is what one hopes for everyone really -- that they will eventually get it right!

  7. Anonymous2:29 PM

    great ending ! you very nicely pulled us in with this one

  8. At least we learned from those experiences & hopefully become all the more wiser ~


  9. Anonymous6:17 PM

    There's something about connecting music to our emotions, we let them wrap themselves around our own what you've done with this poem.

  10. so many songs are about life... the tough stuff

  11. Isn't it nice to know you finally got it right? & no lesson is learned too late. I really liked how you ended this one.

  12. Isn't it nice to finally be right? :) I really like how you ended this one.

  13. this poem is like a symphony of sadness that ends on a high note... so well written, i read it twice.

  14. Very engaging..."I hear lessons learned a little to late..." I think that's a line for all of us. Nicely done.

  15. Ah.. country music so emotional so sad.. and so much a reflection of a segment of culture separated from emotion through patriarchal tradition where boys do not cry.. or smile.. with stoic feet and stiff walking.. as well.. i never liked country music of old.. as my law enforcement patriarchal dad leaves early... and my mother allows me to smile freely.. the bully boys in middle school attempting to take that away.. then stoic work in military federal service life.. does the same.. but i am still smiling.. again at least.. and some of the newer country music is cool.. and also reflective of an evolving culture where so-called 'red necks' listen to rap.. and yes.. i am part redneck too.. and yes.. there is value in living close to the earth.. even for those who never learn to cry a tear or crack a smile.. anyway.. smiles.. and thanks for the words of inspiration.. friend...:)

  16. Very soulful and spirited write. "The sadder the song
    the sweeter the sting;"

  17. I agree with Abhra..those first two lines are perfect....they hit right to the soul of why we love sad songs so much. And, your last line wraps this poem up in utter sweetness. Beautiful!!

  18. Sometimes, we do get it right and it is good when we realize it. hayes Spencer is kanzensakura

  19. Buddah, first, the title, I love wordplay! The term "countrypolitan" is foreign to me; did you coin it? Brilliant. And the longing, the acknowledgment that one's life is truly a bubble until you decide to chuck safety for a better life, for love... this is you as the hopeless romantic I will always adore. Thanks, brudda. Love, Ameleh