{"sf1_id":216715,"sf2_id":"qmyOjdE1","title":"Moving On","author":"Sneeze","words":329,"posted_at":"2011-01-26T05:34:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Sad","interpretive","rock n' roll"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/216715-moving-on","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyOjdE1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/19/7f/197fbd22-7932-45d1-b993-3013b120211a","description":"#5 of Poetry","content":"Foreword: \u0026nbsp;\n\nHow can any follow in the footsteps of the great few? \u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother poem for you! \u0026nbsp;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. \u0026nbsp;Regardless, I really like how this poem turned out. \u0026nbsp;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. \u0026nbsp;\n\nPlease, tell me what you think of the poem. \u0026nbsp;Drop a comment or toss me a message; I deeply appreciate comments and criticism, and make attempts to improve my writing based on them. \u0026nbsp;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. \u0026nbsp;\n\nEnjoy! \u0026nbsp;\n\nContent Copyright Sneeze 2010. \u0026nbsp;Please don't use without permission. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Moving On  \nfor Elvis, Richard, Chuck, Buddy, and Jay Lee_\n\nYou did not know that what you brave few would craft, of  \nthe bare sticks and stones you had, would consume  \nthe wide world with your frenetic  \nenergy, and how can  \nwe follow; where  \ncan we go  \nwithout  \nyou?\n\n\u0026nbsp; You gave us a new vision, a new set of rules  \nto break, though we were followers of your  \nexample, trying to do as  \nyou did, never able  \nto break free; what  \ncan we do  \nwithout  \nyou?  \n  \nBut now you are passing, moving on, the notes you  \nsang, the strings you plucked, the keys you struck, are  \nfalling silent to infinite  \ntime, and it leaves me dumb,  \nwondering what  \ncan we be  \nwithout  \nyou?  \n  \nFor while your students move on, playing your songs but  \nnever the same, I cannot imagine  \nyou brave few not watching us all,  \nand tears fill my eyes, for  \nI know we would  \nbe nothing  \nwithout  \nyou.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/216714-little-wings-of-the-storm.json"}}