All music and memory it becomes. by Stacy Allen

Music is my longing.
The language I dream, but cannot write. I lose it, consequentially.

What if life were like that? What if I could not pause to write and remember?
Would it all disappear into forgottenness?

Or would I learn to sing it,
epically, becoming
Gilgamesh or
Odysseus
as the tale stretched and flourished with each singing?

So now I long for where that might take me.
I bring my voice,
put down my pen.

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3 responses to “All music and memory it becomes. by Stacy Allen

  1. Very nice, I love the softness of it.

  2. Pingback: Week #27 – lost in translation « 52|250 A Year of Flash

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