There is a sadness to country music I am a sucker for. Probably because I am a poet.
And country music is like a reata, wraps itself like a cord, and tugs tight on the heart. Its big ole’ box of magic, capturing the sentimentality of the human condition in a simple stanza. Country music drips into ya real slow, seeping into tiny pockets ya didn’t even know could quake. Like little earthquakes, it rumbles, kicks up dust in the heart you didn’t know was unsettled until ya see the storm rising on the open prairie.
The human condition has always amazed me. Like now, as I write this I wonder what you may be going through. What dust is kickin’ up in your heart?
I can’t help myself most of the time when I listen to country music; I usually end up crying, quivering like a kid, with honeydew melon size tears…