Prompted Poem: Music
"Passing a note
from one year to another,"
the melody said to the singer,
"is an art
which will outlive you all."
"Amassing motes,"
sang the singer to his brother,
"old symphonies which poignantly linger
in our hearts,
no force on this Earth could forestall."
A counterpoint
to every worldly atrocity
is the song which is spawned in its wake.
Never one,
but a concourse to seal the wound.
Perceiving the joint
composition's velocity,
the emboldened brother thusly spake
to his son:
"All the love in the world poured into this tune."
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Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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That was very, very good! A crystalline purity.