The Sun sets on another day…
Sunset was chaotic, with clouds rolling in but Sun peeking around them. It made the light far more gratifying and made the darkness just a little fun.
I had the distinct pleasure of being apart of the imaginative storm writing group one more time. I say one more time because often it’s hard to know when you will be able to meet again. With that in mind each time I meet with this group it is not a task or a series of moments, it is a gift.
Seeing how others interpret themselves in the world is an amazing adventure. I enjoy interacting with people always but sometimes there are moments that are even better. This amazing group called imaginative storm presents a picture, a sound, or an idea and the writers come up with single words to describe what they interpreted. The group is then given 10 minutes to create a piece and that piece is red in a series of smaller groups. The outcome is often surprising.
The first time I went I tried to incorporate many of the chosen words into my work. It’s only a 10 minute piece but I am quick enough to create fun little items that made me smile. After the first time I realized that the point was more inspiration than desperation. What I mean by that is that the inspiration is what I should have been focusing on, not the desperation of trying to make everyone’s ideas fit into a single piece. For me this works far better.
Today’s piece was an audio prompt and it meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. It was melded with the recent death of a poet who made a difference in many people’s lives. I took a different path and built a poem based on what I heard and I hope you enjoy it below.
Melodious Ode
I listened
the beat began like as haunting toe tapping silently booming in my mind
I felt the beat and became a part of a caravan of chords
I heard
beyond the sound of the drum pulse the hearts of those around became part of this familiar song
a battle between dark and light asking a simple question, “why oh why.”
I felt
my deep yearning for more let me to a feeling that many had but no one truly defined
an irrepressible knowing that what was once lost would be found again
I knew
deep inside we all felt the same, our common feelings opening our heartstrings to more
and in that more we could only find a wondrous place spinning inside of a melody.
I believed
although gone we are not forgotten and as long as we feel life between us there change
but that change opens a doorway to enough and more, it is there we will meet again.
I stopped
The crushing quiet thundered and I considered all that I had heard. What were the sounds?
Whether accordion, sitar, or imaginary drum the sound would now be a part of me as the silence blared.
So as the sun sets on another day, it is nice to be inspired. With the inspiration I got today I cried for a man I didn’t know and shared with people that tried to honor his name. It is a wonderful journey when you feel and feel deeply, I hope you find that journey as well and make it yours, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and live every day with amazement…