Books try but fail to bring forth
that which oral history can.
Colored by the imagination and self definition
and the constant rolling and reshaping of the past
to better project where we were
and who we are.
It's in the retelling.
Libraries are filled with the voices of truth,
no doubt.
And, once written, they collect dust.
But the retelling brings the light!
Fiction is in the eye of the beholder.
If you love the teller,
the story is true.
Kevin!Fav! May I share your words with the group I belong to? ( the monarch teacher network) one of our workshops / projects is about Storytelling.Its called Stories from the Land..I know that other members of my groups would love to read this!
Onr of my greatest regrets is that I never recorded my father telling stories of his childhood, although I promised myself many times that I would. At the end, as a result of Alzheimers, these early memories were the only ones left toi him. Carpe Diem... or regret it for ever.
If this is your local library I make no promises against severe jealousy :)
There's nothing like listening to someone who can bring a story to life with their voice. Words were made to be spoken. However I do believe that writing preserves a story longer than my memory can - I've always seen the covers as a protection.
Your last stanza warms my heart.
@louuncouth I love books, too, Lou :) It was a conversation and some life details that led me to these words. I am glad that you liked this. The last stanza is all that matters. Thank you
There's nothing like listening to someone who can bring a story to life with their voice. Words were made to be spoken. However I do believe that writing preserves a story longer than my memory can - I've always seen the covers as a protection.
Your last stanza warms my heart.