bluemouse
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Aug 21, 2001
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When i reached my 500th post, and became a ~guru~ i was so sweetly invited to share a thread with a dangerously talented writer, Swashbuckler...i wanted to write something epic, something moving and powerful and beautiful...
so, my mind turned to music.
What follows are the lyrics to my favorite Simon and Garfunkel song ~ (thanks to Soron for providing all the words, too!)
"It's a still life water color
of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
and shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
couched in our indifference,
like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
and the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson
and I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
that measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written, we are
verses out of rhythm, couples out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
and the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter
with words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
Now the room is softly faded and I
only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand, you're a
stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives."
This sweet and hauntingly beautiful song by Paul Simon has inspired me to want to know more, to understand the history behind the song, to know how these two people of which it speaks got to where they are in the song.......and since that history is not provided, we have decided to invent it for ourselves.
what will follow is the story of these lovers, i writing the female, Swashbuckler writing the male ~ please feel free to comment and read along the way, but please leave the story to us ~
if we need to reply to a comment, we will title that post as a reply to distinguish it from the story, as it all plays out...
other than that, i hope you all enjoy...
so, my mind turned to music.
What follows are the lyrics to my favorite Simon and Garfunkel song ~ (thanks to Soron for providing all the words, too!)
"It's a still life water color
of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
and shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
couched in our indifference,
like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
and the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson
and I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
that measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written, we are
verses out of rhythm, couples out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
and the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter
with words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
Now the room is softly faded and I
only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand, you're a
stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives."
This sweet and hauntingly beautiful song by Paul Simon has inspired me to want to know more, to understand the history behind the song, to know how these two people of which it speaks got to where they are in the song.......and since that history is not provided, we have decided to invent it for ourselves.
what will follow is the story of these lovers, i writing the female, Swashbuckler writing the male ~ please feel free to comment and read along the way, but please leave the story to us ~
if we need to reply to a comment, we will title that post as a reply to distinguish it from the story, as it all plays out...
other than that, i hope you all enjoy...
