My Life of Rhyme
By Sylvia Bryan
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I have always wanted to know more. Why was Wordsworth wandering that hill when he saw those daffodils? And what was the inspiration for the word jabberwocky? Words have always fascinated me, but ideas even more so. When I decided to put my poems together, I was always going to put the reason I wrote each verse, so the reader would get more from each piece.
Sylvia Bryan
Sylvia is the granddaughter, daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother of dairy farmers and has spent the last half century raising their seven children in the Far North of New Zealand. Many grandchildren and a growing number of great-grandchildren keep her doing what she has always donecare for her family. But books have always taken her from here and now to there and then while she has been anchored deep in the backcountry far from any town.
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My Life of Rhyme - Sylvia Bryan
Copyright © 2016 by Sylvia Bryan.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016902168
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-5144-5858-7
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Contents
Author’s Note
You Are
When You Look at Me
Empty
Okahu Road Church
Marriage
Geoffrey’s Mother
Damn you, Dave
Little by Little
Agoraphobic’s Song
Liza’s Song
My Professor
Songwriters
My Diary
The Tragic Love Affair
Consuela from Venezuela
Before Me
The French Farm Lad
She’s Five Now
Three Chairs
On the Death of a Child
Country Music Club
The Rainbow’s Treasure
Elaine Plays the Pianney
A Love Poem
Mother
Tomorrow
An Evening with Pam Ayers
Tea with the Queen
Thanks from a Whale
Moon Tax
Country and Classical
Appearances
Healing Hands
Rhythm
Changing Fashions
My Drum
Long Love
The Motorbike
Housework
The Old Road
To all my children.
Author’s Note
I find a poem or a song or even some stories much more interesting if I know why they were written, so each of my poems has the reason for it written on the opposite page. Some poems are just sagas of something that happened and need no further words. Some are just a little bit of whimsicality, and some follow my habit of philosophizing, or would that be otherwise called preaching? Many were inspired by something that happened.
I realize I have used a bit of kiwi slang here and there, and also I have used a lot of poetic license, as these are poems after all. Some words and some spellings and even peerage titles are different, but that is me and the character coming through. Some of the poems have a bit of bumpy scanning but in those cases, like the Queen, the story was more important than the rhythm.
You Are
You are the flight of birdsong
Borne on the wind of time
You are the colour of music
That moulds the shape of rhyme
You are the sound of tree growth
Deep in a forest grove
You are the shape of abstract
For you you you are my love
You are the mem’ry of future
You are the past soon to come
You are the unformed ending
Of the deed already done
You are the end of eternal
Infinity’s final move
You are the strength of my weakness
For you you you are my love
The local paper asked for a valentine verse, and I wrote:
You are the flight of birdsong
You are the soft moon shine
You are the colour of summer
You are my valentine
I wanted to play with these words and the idea of impossibility because after all, love is the ultimate impossibility. I do not think I even entered the verse in the competition because, for me, the pleasure is in the writing and not in winning some easily forgotten tiny competition, which may, anyway, decide that my words become theirs.
Rose asked me for a gospel song for the Far North Country Music Competition, and I gave her this poem but changed the last line of each verse to For you, Lord, you are my love.
I thought no more of it until later, when Rose won the songwriters’ section with my poem and her tune. When she handed her entry in, the convener read it and thought to himself that Rose had unknown depths. The item won, and Rose collected the cup with her name on it and in the archives. I found this out when I read about it in the local newspaper. I was not given the recognition for my part in this success, but honestly though, it is annoying to think that Rose blatantly left me out of the loop, when all is said and done, it makes not much difference in the whole scheme of things because what is winning something like this after all? It is only the feeling you get inside yourself, and I have