Earning The Second Line
I've always believed the opening line is the most important line in a poem.
Not because it's the cleverest, or the most quotable, but because it's the first promise you make to the reader. It quietly says, "If you'll give me your attention for just a little while, I think I can show you something you've never quite seen this way before." If that promise isn't interesting, why should anyone continue? More importantly, why should I?
That second question has become a surprisingly important part of my writing process. If I'm bored by my own opening line, I rarely finish the poem. I know myself too well. Somewhere along the way I'll lose interest and move on to something else. But when an opening line lands just right, it becomes an obsession. I don't simply like it—I feel responsible for it. It follows me around for days, weeks, sometimes months, demanding a poem worthy of its existence. The opening line isn't the reward for finishing the work. It's the reason I begin it.
There's another reason I obsess over beginnings. I'm still an unknown songwriter. Established artists have earned something I haven't yet: trust. Their audience already believes something worthwhile is probably coming. My listeners don't owe me that benefit of the doubt. Every time someone presses play, they're looking for a reason to keep listening—or a reason to skip to the next song. That decision often happens in the opening seconds. The first line has to earn the second. Every line after that has to keep the promise made by the first.
Looking back through my catalog, I noticed something about my own writing. More than the choruses or the endings, it's the openings I'm proudest of. "Forgive this brief intrusion..." "I'm the cactus man..." "She bled for attention..." "I'd love to disappoint you..." "History can be unkind to quiet men like me." None of those lines explain themselves. They don't summarize the song. They create curiosity. They invite the reader one step closer and quietly suggest that something unusual is about to happen.
During a recent conversation, I realized there might be another reason I write this way. For a living, I'm an investigator. Every day I'm handed fragments of information and asked to decide which details deserve another hour of my attention and which deserve to be discarded. One good clue can justify hours of digging. A weak one sends the whole case to the bottom of the pile. I suppose I write songs the same way. The opening line is the first clue. If it doesn't make me curious, I stop investigating. But if it does, I can't let it go. Maybe that's also why I've always loved strict rhyme and meter. Most people think creativity flourishes without rules. I've found the opposite. I thrive on constraints. Give me a puzzle to solve, a premise to honor, and a set of rules I can't break, and I'll happily spend days trying to find my way through them.
Even now, one opening line refuses to leave me alone: "While caught up in the great mundane..." I still don't know what poem belongs to it. But I know I won't abandon it. Somewhere there's a song that deserves that beginning, and until I find it, that line will keep tapping me on the shoulder. Maybe that's the real secret to my writing. I don't usually go looking for poems. Every now and then, a single line makes me a promise. The rest of the poem is my attempt to keep it. #lyricist #songwriter #writersoflemon8 #poetry #writing















































































