Artist: Little Big Town
Album: The Road to Here
Notes: I decided with this installment to switch genres once again. As I mentioned in my first CIHTD? while I have a somewhat eclectic taste in music, country probably outweighs the others. I have always enjoyed this group--just thinking about their songs has my head bopping up and down; their always fun!
An Aside: This week at dVerse Poets Pub (a wonderful place for poets from around the world to create, learn, grow and share poetry) they have been celebrating their one year anniversary. Yesterday's event involved selecting a poem submitted over the course of the year to any of their prompts. While perusing the different submissions, I came across a poem (and prompt) that I had missed while on my hiatus. And in doing so was introduced to a new form: Framed Couplets. So, crazy me--seeing as how I am not crazy about writing with rhymes--decided to give it a go. I mention all this so you will forgive the monstrosity below.
You Made Your Bed
Should you listen close you'll hear the bones;
wooden doors can hardly squelch their moans.
Spawns of deeds you've done that now decay--
haunting you no matter where you lay.
Don't believe the closet door will keep
groaning ghosts away, for they shall creep.
Running scarred will not keep them at bay;
nonetheless you'll try to breakaway.
But there is no place for you to hide,
'cause they're yours--within you they reside.