The Soul’s Cry

I hear the music and know the rhythm of each note

From the trilling sixteenths to the stately march of the quarter

The notes beat their primal rhythm inside me.

Allegro, andante, largo, pianissimo

Soft and sweet the notes flow like honeyed memories, dripping Harmony and discord

Light and dark emerging united.

A spike of sound, a swell of emotion-they thrum through my veins and bend my body to its siren song.

Music, the soul’s cry for beauty and love

Life itself.

When was it that I could no longer find myself in your lines and measures?

When did I let myself forget the melody?

(C) Sara Ackerman, 2017

11 thoughts on “The Soul’s Cry

    1. Thanks! Music and I have a long relationship. I originally was going to study to be a professional musician but I never would have made it. Not disciplined enough. over the years, the constant need to play has faded. There are other pursuits to try, other passions to explore.

      1. having said that, your passion and understanding is still present. And yes, there are so many other pursuits to try. Your awesome! Not many can give up on a dream (if it was one) and turn to something else unless they are very passionate. Your writing speaks of passion so I’m pretty sure the path you took was meant to be. I love reading your prose.

      2. I was thinking last night how similar language and music are. Both have a certain cadence and rhythm, a set of rules that are as limiting as they are freeing. So maybe I didn’t stray too far ๐Ÿ˜€

      3. I do like prose and am glad you enjoy it. I’m quite a fan of your daily posts and how you are able to write engaging poems from one word. You have a knack for that.

      4. That is most gracious, Sara. Quite often ppl don’t feel it, or say that’s clever. I’m never sure that’s a good thing. I enjoy being nonsensical and serious both. Depends on how the word strikes me I guess, but I can’t thank you enough for your comments. Very encouraging as I wasn’t sure they were of value.

      5. Definitely of value. They inspire me to give poetry a try, and that’s saying something considering my preferred poetry usual starts with, There once was a man from Nantucket…Heehee. JK but truly, they are well crafted and enjoyable to read!

    1. I was supervising a Zumba class at a fine arts festival yesterday and was inspired by the music. There was a time I would have been on the floor dancing too but I sat and supervised. That’s when things took a depressing turn because I felt so old! LOL! But, I found a Zumba class in my town and am going to give it a try. Maybe not so old after all ๐Ÿ˜€ thanks for reading!

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