Live

As promised, I have uploaded a song with piano on YouTube, and you can find the link below.

Due to copyright, it is only a sample. A full recording would have to be executed as a live performance (fingers crossed :D). Keep in mind that this is my first ever recoding! You can hear the nerves in my voice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk-uFTDi3TY&feature=youtu.be

Please comment. Opinions, criticism, whatever you may, would be greatly appreciated.

Break

Having a week break as I'm still in the process of recording a song. Stay tuned for next week!

Cycle

Welcome back to another entry of Bonnie's poetry! I'll have you know I've written  this catchy song with lyrics, and if you're lucky it will be delivered next week.

This week's poem is about the repetitive cycle of life. This will be executed in metaphorical language involving trees and scallywags carving hearts into them...

Well, I'd consier it to be a really heart-felt poem, with a tree motif and repetitiveness (which also reflects on the repetitive life cycle). The trees are influenced by nature and man-made disasters, it's all about how the trees feel. When they die, there are fresh baby sprouts that have to go through the same thing. Makes you wonder why life is worth living...

Cycle

These dry hollow trees,

with hearts etched in from sprouting age.

Withered, with only hearts to hold strong.

These dry hollow trees,

scorned by fire and whispers from the ghostly winds.

Their hearts burst into fire.

These dry hollow trees,

now defined by a burial of charcoal.

Phlegmatic hearts, watching the world through the eyes of flames.

These fresh baby sprouts,

surrounded by old charcoal, magnetising idling hearts.

These new trees with hold strong, for now.

Serenity

So it's been a week already; it's gone incredibly fast, especially with this nice warm weather in Melbourne. My next poem is one I wrote not too long ago. It's a visualisation of a metaphor for the hard life of a termite. I still don't fully understand it so maybe you can decipher it for me!

Serenity

An igneous forest atmosphere

Leaves are scarce, all is

Bitterness sweeps the serenity,

as suffocating, vibrant as molasses

Fancy the view, charcoal bark,

Someone help these little termites

Hall of the generous ruins,

Around around these endless bights

To consider coming across this,

A refuge for the hungry

Faint yet daunting screams,

Compelled only to see a broken city

A typical observation of the adored,

savage for skin, lonely for green

Tell me, why do you feel so cold?

Please tell me, where have you been?