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The Poetry of Lyrics

The link between song lyrics and poetry has long been established. For as long as I can recall, I have been attracted to songs with strong lyric lines. I listen, I note, and I want to see more, so I go in search of the full lyric. Poetry and song lyrics easily intersect on occasions. Many poems have been transformed, re-imagined as songs. A song is essentially a poem with musical accompaniment. 

On occasions, a single line from a song has been enough to inspire me to write a brand-new poem. These forms are like siblings.  I love and appreciate the beauty of both. We do well to make it a habit to listen to words possessed with power and beauty. We learn to be more active in our listening, and this serves us well as writers. 

While working on a lyric, writers make use of a number of poetic techniques, including rhyme, meter, repetition, alliteration, and assonance or consonance. These literary elements provide the lyric with musical qualities. The more unity  the words possess, the easier it will flow and the more it will seem as if it could be set to music. 

I have long been a fan of  renowned Canadian singer, songwriter, troubadour and poet, Gordon Lightfoot. Here, below, is a fine example of his masterful lyrical talents. For me, it stands up as a poem in every sense.  Gordon Lightfoot's musical catalogue is vast. I had so many from which to choose. In the end I selected, 'Christian Island.'  because I have always found it, quite simply, a work of great beauty. 

I have a long list of great lyricists-too many to list here, whom I admire. I'm sure you to have go-to songwriters whose lyrics cause you to stop and reflect on the beauty created between words and music...

Christian Island

I'm sailing down the summer wind
I've got whiskers on my chin
And I like the mood I'm in
As I while away the time of day
In the lee of Christian Island
Tall and strong, she dips and reels
I call her silver heels
And she tells me how she feels
She's a good old boat and, she'll stay afloat
Through the toughest gales and keep smilin'
But for one more day she would like to stay
In the lee of Christian Island
I'm sailing down the summer day
Where the fish and seagulls play
I put my troubles all away
And when the gale comes up I'll fill my cup
With the whiskey of the highlands
She's a good old ship and, she'll make the trip
From the lee of Christian Island
Tall and strong, she slips along
I sing for her a song
And she leans into the wind
She's a good old boat and, she'll stay afloat
Through the toughest gales and keep smilin'
When the summer ends, we will rest again
In the lee of Christian Island.

Gordon Lightfoot.















It is once again Poetry Friday! This week our host is Ruth Bowen Hersey who has written a Haibun Poem about an encounter with birds near her new home in Paraguay.

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  1. I've always loved lyrics with strong poetic qualities. Thanks for this sharing this Gorden Lightfoot lyric - I've always thought he was a master storyteller in song - a troubadour of the modern age.

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    1. I'm with you, Elisabeth. Trite lyrics don't float my boat. I agree with you regarding the talents of Gordon Lightfoot.

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  2. "I like the mood I'm in." That's a good place to be.

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    1. Without a doubt, Ruth. As opposed to another lyric line- 'I'm looking in the mirror at the face that I deserve.' (Mark Knopfler).

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  3. That sounds like a little bit of heaven -- to linger in the lee of an island, take a moment of respite, but know you are strong enough to handle whatever comes your way when you sail again.

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    1. You have garnered much from the song's words, Mary Lee. There is much here to ponder upon...

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  4. "I put all my troubles away", a good thing to do out sailing, Alan. I saw Gordon Lightfoot many years ago in Kansas City, MO. My husband was a huge fan & managed a rock radio station so we saw many of those who became even greater. When I think of him, I remember "Early morning rain". Yes, songs are poems indeed. Thanks for a special post!

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    1. Sweet memories of Gordon Lightfoot here, Linda. It makes me envious. I have an extensive collection of his music gathered across decades, but I have never seen him perform live. Early Morning Rain, probably his most covered song-great lyric line in that one as well.

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  5. I am a Gordon Lightfoot fan -drawn by the stories woven into his songs. Isn't that the best of a written, a spoken, a sung poem? Thank you for lifting up this one!

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    1. Patricia, it pleases me to hear of your admiration for the words and music gifted to us by this talented man. The stories woven through his songs are such a feature of his canon of work.

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  6. Singing along, Alan. Thanks for your post.

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    1. Go for it Sally. The voice of every bird in the forest is to be encouraged, if you know what I mean.

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