HeyJaredKelly Trost
I am a published poet and author of children's stories. I hold a Bachelor of Arts degree in violin performance music composition from UCSB. Currently, I am primarily involved in the creation of my Poetic Improvisations.
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THE PRAYER OF YOUR NAME (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen the night called out, yet I knew not my name, this is what I found… a first star followed your name to the other end of the sky… a second star remembered your name, but only as syllables caught in the light… a third star rippled your name, like a river laughing at the moon’s reflection… another star intoned the prayer of your name, raising a chalice to the lips of midnight… a next star sang a lullaby to infant lights,
A THRUM OF SILENCE (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIf the heartbeat of silence knows my name… What, then, is the sound I notice in the whisper of wind, on its way to a place too distant to hear? How, then, does the music of gravity hold my spirit with a fierce tenderness that is not love, but something more? Why, then, do I sense a call of rain before it touches my skin, and know I have felt the kiss of your sky?
A DIFFERENT HYMN (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen hearts become each other’s skies this is the way two spirits rise, and music that was wan and dim arises as a different hymn. for with each step our spirits take the hymn our steps together make becomes another prayer to frame the way I speak your sacred name. In whispered tones not heard before, in hidden word, in secret lore, our notes will falter not at all, for spirits risen do not fall.
DAUGHTER OF THE WIND (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI asked the daughter of the wind, who is it you are searching for, and if I name the song you sing, and guess your favorite tales of yore, will you grant one wish to me and carry all the songs I sing along your winding, wending ways until one day to me they bring the first song that I heard you sing when your voice carried tales of yore, to tell me I already know that you were who my search was for.
AND THE LOSSES WERE OUR OWN (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedTracing its filigree pattern along the window, rain remembers only the name of winter, etching its mysteries across a surface of transparent yesterdays. But oh, how the night sometimes knows too much, unveiling the disguise we thought we wore so well. And as we reach for that hand we thought we held, we sense only strangers walk beside us, tell us stories of losses we did not realize were our own.
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