Lyrical Note Poetry

When I was in high school, then later college, I learned the lost art of shorthand. It’s a skill I used to take notes in class, during my time as a reporter and has followed me to every communications job thereafter.

While I rarely use the technique any more, I’m a still a prodigious note taker. All meetings, events, training, parent-teach conferences -- even church – will find me with a notebook, back of a flyer or spare grocery receipt taking my notes.

I also listen to music when I write, which is pretty much all day long. Combine those two and I will regularly jot down song lyrics as they strike me.

This week I went through my notebook sorting notes and adding them to the various project folders. As I went I transcribed every song lyric. The result is a very loving, pseudo-stalker-but-with-loving-intentions poem.

  

Love, love is something I believe in

I’ve seen her walking home alone,

Get back temptation

Do you know who you really are, are you sure it’s really you?

Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter,
To the ones appointed to see this through.
Lay me down, let me go
I'm feeling heavy, the ground is cold
Pardon me for being so cruel,

But the general consensus, you see, is that I fucking rule

I’m looking right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold

She got that good love, she give it just to me

Oh what a lovely day, breaking the chains of love

Hoping you won’t find a new love

Cause I know baby, you’re mine

In addition I also found some very unprofessional comments I made to myself. I’m sure myself agreed with them all.

• “This looks really basic and a waste of time for us."
•  “Why no water on the table? Lame!”
•  “I hate her.”
• “Why does she wear so much make up?”