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Change Poetry to Prose


We were invited by dVerse Poetry to write a Prosery.

I forgot that prose is not written in poetry format. I wrote my 144 words as a poem. Let me change it to prose for the sake of following the instructions!!

Written for Monday’s Prosery prompt at dVerse.
Kim hosts today, asking us to include the line “From across the room, we look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time” in a piece of flash fiction, exactly 144 words in length. The line is from D. H. Lawrence’s poem Humming Bird.

Ole Tom

We see Ole Tom with his bent shoulders and thinning torso. We see his wind-weathered face and his thinning gray hair. He sits in my living room strumming his guitar, singing the fourteenth verse of an old folk song. He has a thousand such songs tucked into his head, along with the entire books of Matthew and Acts.

We see him as an ancient sage. We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time. His mind is sharper than mine ever was, and he shows no signs of stopping.

Each Christmas Ole Tom recites the Christmas story from the book of Acts, never reading, just expounding, amazing the congregation with his masterful memory. His is the epitome of a wise man: Ninety-three going on thirty. Never see him as old and never underestimate Ole Tom. Turn that telescope around!

Bob, Jan & Tom
New Years Eve, 2011

Now you have been told which “line” was dictated to be used… did you guess it in the previous form where it was two lines in the poem?

Whenever I see or hear a guitar,
I always think of Tom.
And I never looked at him through the wrong end of a telescope!

Thanks for checking back in
to see poetry changed to prose.
Hugs,
JanBeek

Music Unites but Words Can Divide


Well, not all words divide. But think about it. Words are divided into different languages and when we don’t understand our neighbors’ words, their “foreign language” divides us.

Music, on the other hand, is universal. A staff of 5 lines with a treble clef or a bass clef on it contains notes that can be understood and played world-wide. The universality of music unites us.

Earlier this week I wrote about how music and words are similar. But today I am contemplating the ways they are different. Take the words away from the music and just play the notes. A guitar speaks universally. A piano has the same black and white keys in Montana or Madagascar. A violin sings the same song in New York or New Guinea.

Tonight I almost missed the chance to publish a blog today. I was too wrapped up in my favorite TV program: The Voice. Why do I love it so much that I tape it so I’m sure I don’t miss an episode? It’s all about the sound. The music. The voice. The judges don’t get to SEE the artist until they decide they like what they hear, and they turn their chair around.

Some artists get no chair turns. He or she could be the world’s most beautiful person, but the music coming out of them is the chair-turning determiner.

A variety of musical genres are represented. Country, jazz, blues, pop, folk. Tonight the ages of the artists ranged from 13 to 40-something. Age is not the determining factor. Music speaks to every heart. We may like the sound or not, but beautiful music unites across all ages, race, gender, religions.

We may have our favorite genre. But we are united in the harmony of sound and the appreciation of a great performance.

Do you tune in to The Voice? If not, do yourself a favor. Stop and listen. Let 13 year-old Kennedy inspire you. Let beautiful Radha amaze you. Fly with “The Clark Kent” of music as you rock to the range of Patrique. This is going to be a great season!

Don’t let the judges bantering words divide you. Let us all be united in awe of the musical talent of these inspiring performers.

Are you with me?

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