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MY WRITING

 

I'M A POET BY NATURE. A SONGWRITER AT HEART. A STORYTELLER THROUGH WORD AND SONG.

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.

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!

She’s Words

 

Written & Composed by Colleen (Songs) Kelba  Oct. 2017

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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:

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:

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.

Lyrically your's, Colleen

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INHALE 5-Star Review!.png

INHALE by Colleen Songs

"Blissful, riveting, heartbreaking,

fearful, painful, encouraging, inspiring...” 

reader S.G., Vancouver, BC

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