......Swing The Poem Poem by elysabeth faslund

Well-a bless my soul, what is wrong with me...
Always questioning, never satisfied...
Better wake up, little Susie! Wake up...
With overwhelming curiosity...

Creativity living inside you...
It's back! To bother you! Will you survive...
With those old words upon the page? Revise...
Argentina. Because I wait for words...

All along the Watchtower images...
Not all the leaves are brown, not all skies gray...
Both been sound asleep! Wake up! Get out of bed...
With or without you, achy, breaky heart...

'Houston, we have a problem...Major Tom
Is writing in a most peculiar way....'
'Creative, that's why he was sent into space...
Hush, hush, thought we heard the words of a poem...

Now, hush, hush....'


(Apologies to: Elvis, The Everly Brothers, Gloria Gainer, Jimi Hendrix, U-2, Billy Ray Cyrus, The Mamas and Pappas, The Beatles, Deep Purple...)