i felt it only appropriate to recite this poem. (hope you enjoy my experiment)
the lost art ~ recited by sonya kassam
do not look for stories
that live forever
between the pages of books
tales that hide in the heart
are conveyed orally
oft-repeated
with a rising tone
or hushed words
poetic rhythm, commanding attention
meandering through a chain of generations
eager listeners round a bonfire
or huddled in a cramped room,
a congregation
simultaneous sighs as
eyes captivate, words fascinate
enhanced by gestures
thoughts cross-pollinate
through the revival of a fading beauty
the lost art
of story-telling
***
we each have a story within us
go tell your story
Art has been superseded by commerce, dear Sonya – a sad reality we’ve to come to terms with.
A lovely rendition, I must say…
Very true. Thanks, it’s encouraging to read this.
It’s true we do have stories to tell, but fast paced 21st century have changed humans into machines, no one has time to sit and hear or tell stories, you are right it’s becoming a lost ART!
And stories can be so healing, really sad :(
Dear Sonya,
What a beautiful recitation of this lovely poem!
May the stories which keep humanity alive keep traveling from heart to heart.
All good wishes,
robert
Thanks so much Robert. It’s always good to try out something different.
So profound. Excellent observation. Well written.
Well, I love reading your stories and I can imagine the experience of listening to you. Thanks Bob, glad to hear you liked it.