Moving On
#5 of Poetry
Foreword:
How can any follow in the footsteps of the great few?
Another poem for you! This one follows a significant, if childish, meter that I thought I was so creative for coming up with until I actually wrote it down. Regardless, I really like how this poem turned out. Yet another piece to come out of my jazz, blues, and poetry class, I branched out of jazz and blues and decided to write about my preferred genre of music, rock n' roll, and my thoughts on it.
Please, tell me what you think of the poem. Drop a comment or toss me a message; I deeply appreciate comments and criticism, and make attempts to improve my writing based on them. I would also like to thank Mr. Eupherious and several other friends for looking over the poem and making sure it doesn't suck as much as it could have.
Enjoy!
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_Moving On
for Elvis, Richard, Chuck, Buddy, and Jay Lee_
You did not know that what you brave few would craft, of
the bare sticks and stones you had, would consume
the wide world with your frenetic
energy, and how can
we follow; where
can we go
without
you?
You gave us a new vision, a new set of rules
to break, though we were followers of your
example, trying to do as
you did, never able
to break free; what
can we do
without
you?
But now you are passing, moving on, the notes you
sang, the strings you plucked, the keys you struck, are
falling silent to infinite
time, and it leaves me dumb,
wondering what
can we be
without
you?
For while your students move on, playing your songs but
never the same, I cannot imagine
you brave few not watching us all,
and tears fill my eyes, for
I know we would
be nothing
without
you.