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Her and I alone, together
I lay in a field of yellowing feather reed grass,
secluded in the bend of the road; twisted almost onto itself.
Birds tweeted madly under a cloud-speckled sky,
darting in and out of lively aspen branches;
whose leaves’ light rustle was sent scattered into the wind.
I lay- shivering against the late autumn wind,
watching the birds’ courtly dance.
Then, the wind disrupted the clouds' eclipse of the sun
and I closed my eyes, shying away from her gentile glow.
Her warmth ceased my shivering and set me at ease.
Only then did I focus on the quiet countermelody,
ringing out a high tambour, to contrast the proud aspens’ chorale;
from the rustling reed grass; faint under the echoing of the wind.
This combined with the birds' sharp chirping
made a sweet symphony.
It was her and I alone, together;
and it was a beautiful day.
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I am Jacob Sale, you may have heard of me.
I will become a master of the arts; literature, music, ceramics, animation, and above all else storytelling. I will sow stories that make the most stoic men weep. Perform songs that unite hands, wretched with blood, in a bond thicker than that they have spilled. This poem is about loneliness, both the uncomfortable and beautiful aspects of it, music, and love. But most of all, this is a story about how the right person can help you experience all of the beautiful moments of life.
Then again, you may not have heard of me. Not yet.
The words in this poem were chosen with careful deliberation. "Tweeted" has a modern connotation used to describe online social intercourse; which ties into the lines, "lively aspen branches" and "birds' courtly dance". In this poem, birds symbolize people, from school or other places of communion; and "lively aspen branches" symbolize their cliques, to which I've never really belonged.