Can’t believe it’s been nearly forty years since Billy Joel composed this song! It’s been one of my all-time favourites ever since I first heard it. And now, with due apologies to the maestro, I’ve tried to give the lyrics a quirky twist by imagining them coming from a couple who’s been married four decades 😉
How thoroughly wonderful when two voices come together as one! Enjoy this lovely read!
Intro: This is part of a real conversation (tweaked a bit for meter and rhyming purposes) between the two peotic souls who own/manage this blog.
My pen hasn’t bled in a while, said I
Remember how it never used to go dry?
My nib would constantly pierce out of my bosom
Spilling ink onto page, bleeding with good reason
You ARE poetry and so will it remain thus
This love so strong, it takes the words from us
But the poetry always remains, my beloved
For, in your bosom lies the fountainhead
But I’m all out of poetry now, blunt are my paper swords
Unspeakable love I feel, I am so lost for words
Help me, dear Muse, all the inspiration your love begets
Squeeze me and wring out of me the last dregs
Rather would I fill you, darling muse, with my essence
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The final installment for the time being – a word, which ever since I came across it, has been doing to me inside my head exactly what it means!
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