Blogger’s Note: Been thinking about this one for awhile now. Feels like a good first draft. Jinglebob oughta like it; maybe Doug’ll set it to music …
The Pressure Of No Pressure
She thinks I do no wrong – each night
I let her know just how I’m right
She lets me lie to her despite
She thinks I hung the moon
She’s heard the good stuff and the best
I never bother with the rest
What she sees I haven’t guessed
She thinks I hung the moon
And every little slight is dissolved
In her arms each night
And I find warmth and grace and light there
But no pressure
All that she wants me to be
Is here beside her and happy –
And I’d give her the earth, the sea,
The starry skies and yes the moon
And every little slight is dissolved
In her arms each night
And I find warmth and grace and light there
But no pressure
There’s no place to hang a moon here
Cracking paint and peeling paper
And there’s no place to write a song here
But I’ll try
And there’s no place to stash the stars here
Come high tide we’ll flood the neighbors
And I can’t give her this whole world now
But I’ll try
She’s all I know but I don’t say
It wouldn’t matter anyway
She knows I know what’s what – and hey
She thinks I hung the moon
And every little slight is dissolved
In her arms each night
And I find warmth and grace and light there
But no pressure
And every single sin
Proclaims what kind of shape I’m in
And Lord knows how a man can grin
With all this pressure
J. Thorp
25 Feb 2008
Archangel Stomp 
Interesting, veddy interestink!
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Interesting? Not sure what to make of that … that's like Minnie saying, “It was lovely.”
Hmmm …
: )
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Lovely… not the word this time. 🙂 I guess I would like to hear Bob Dylan give a crack at that song. Either him or Lyle Lovett. That sort of sound would work in my minnie mind:)
I like it though! Come on Robert… maybe you and Chance can make it a song?!
-Kristi (Minnie)
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Well…….hard for me to find the meter and rythm. But I'm a stogie old fogie, when it comes to poetry. 🙂
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So — either I need to punctuate the heck out of it, or read it aloud to you. I'll do the latter next time I get out your way.
(I can't figure out how to read it *without* rhythm, but I have the advantage of hearing it in my head from the git-go …)
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I should read it aloud. Probably makes a lot of difference.
Remember, I am a crusty old curmudgeon. 🙂
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crusty old curmudgeons are the best kind …
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I'm a crusty young curmudgeon but I could hear the rhythm! You are one, lucky guy to have such a lady that inspires poetry like that.
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You know, all these years later, it sounds great…maybe I am finally “getting it” …. 🙂 oh, and I could hear some tune to it in my head as I read it …
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Please commit the tune to memory for me! 😀
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