Ordinary Day is about finding your way back from heartache to true love. It celebrates the distance between a couple, where love survives without binding. It defines commitment, attraction and love without failure.
This week's poem is from my collection The Quarterly. I wrote Nothing Remains for Pablo Neruda, it discusses the impermanent journey of life, how all things are temporary, in a constant state of change.
Joy Brooks - Vocals, Harmonies
Fredrick Brooks - Acoustic, Electric, Bass Guitars, Piano, B3 Organ
Jeff Brackett - Lead Guitar
Chris Pezzarello - Drums
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Fredrick Brooks and Chris Pezzarello at Down Da Stairs Studio.
Print - Ruth Read
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ORDINARY DAY
One sixty-three morning down on Fennels Corner
Holly ran down that road
Churchill stood off in the distance
Voices whispered far below
You can’t go back, they’ve got you now (She cries)
Cause tonight’s that kind of night
We’ve always made it through somehow
Chorus
Oh I am yours - you are mine
Ain’t it strange how love is blind
Any ordinary day - Love will find it’s way
I was drawn to the quiet of your face
I could never turn you away
Well your breath - your gaze - so close to mine
Calling out my love so clear defined
It was you on that distant road
That found me crying for air in love’s senseless cold
Chorus
© Fredrick Brooks
Print by Ruth Read
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<Click here to listen to Nothing Remains read by Fredrick Brooks>
Nothing Remains
Ricardo Reyes composes in sand
Carves on the hulls of wooden boats
Speaks to the wind
Sets ink in linen
Linen to fire
He tells me
Nothing remains - waves wash over - walls tumble
And we’re left with what cries out
What needs to be
Ricardo Reyes scribbles lines on passing walls
Images - Moments
Layers of thought pressed like flowers
Amid pages of human history
He tells me
Nothing remains - only the soul of truth
It is here I am truly happy
Understanding words are not stone
That summers stretch away fair
While the bones of the Earth may breach
With or without me
Tomorrow’s sun will rise
For Pablo Neruda
© Fredrick Brooks