MY WRITING
I'M A POET BY NATURE. A SONGWRITER AT HEART. A STORYTELLER THROUGH WORD AND SONG.
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I see words falling from the sky like scrabble tiles spilling over its game board.
When I hear other people's stories, I feel them in the key of the song they are singing through
their facial expressions,
their body language,
their laughter,
their anguish,
their elation,
their tears,
their joy.
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One October day in the beauty of the Bow Valley Corridor, I sat among a group of women
sharing our stories of trauma, triumph, failures and successes.
In each of them, I saw pages of myself
revealing secrets and long-forgotten memories.
I couldn't run fast enough to grab my pen and paper and travel guitar!
I had the words to my own autobiography in a song,
one that connected me to every soul on the planet!
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She’s Words
Written & Composed by Colleen (Songs) Kelba Oct. 2017
ColleenKelba2017
She wears the pages of a storyteller.
Weaves those words for all to hear her.
Pins a phrase like a badge of honour,
Verses like the wounds of a soldier.
She sees words falling from the sky,
splitting souls till the body dies.
A picture at the bottom of an old wastebasket,
she's the final breath of a closing casket.
CHORUS:
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She’s words, like fire!
Born in every desire.
The yes. The no.
The stop and just let go.
Playin’ and a’slayin' like a sleeping dragon,
she’s thunder in the harps of heaven.
She’s words. She’s words.
She’s words. She’s words.
She wears her beauty like a cameo;
an image of a jewel wrapped around her throat.
Silver threads among the gold,
secrets hidden in the lies retold.
She’s the pedal to the metal with the top torn down,
a wild pony, hooves to the ground.
The locking door of a mind insane.
She’s the whisper of a lover with an unknown name.
CHORUS:
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She’s words, like fire!
Born in every desire
The yes. The no.
The stop and just let go
She’s the dust on her boots and the flowers in her hair
She’s now and forever, she’s everywhere
Playin’ and a’slayin' like a sleeping dragon,
she’s thunder in the harps of heaven.
She’s words. She’s words.
She’s words. She’s words.
INSTRUMENTAL SOLO
She’s just like everybody in this room;
a warrior bred in a butterfly’s womb.
She’ll only look back to blow a kiss.
Without the past, she wouldn’t kiss like this.
She’s words. She’s words.
She’s words. She’s words.
She’s words. She’s words.
She’s words. She’s words.
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Lyrically your's, Colleen
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INHALE by Colleen Songs
"Blissful, riveting, heartbreaking,
fearful, painful, encouraging, inspiring...”
reader S.G., Vancouver, BC