Everything about her was sensuous
even her silhouette
rich in mystique, as her long
tresses too swayed in time
with shapely hips.
See how she move
see how she groove
Yeah, Oh yeah,
they sang peering through
the darkness
whether the lyric
was right or wrong, nobody cared
it was her song
the alliteration sounded about
right and that’s all
that mattered.
Exterior stage spotlights dimmed
audience fell silent
it went completely dark
then the lights came back on
amidst flashes of kaleidoscopic colour and
in her trademark laid back, lilting fashion
true artist and star that she is
she began to sing.
~*~
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The Sunday Whirl #74
Poets United Pantry #115
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Reminds me so much of Janis Joplin!
As visual rendition of a concert in words as you can get brilliant
a very cool dynamic poem!
Beautiful poem
And I love the song she’s singing. Well written.
“whether the lyric
was right or wrong, nobody cared
it was her song
the alliteration sounded about
right and that’s all
that mattered.”
You have that right! Because the whole body inthe show is what matters if an artist. SO who was she?
Great capture of the artist performing live, Bren.
Pamela
You describe her so well. I guess we’ve all had idols of this kind – beautiful, talented and we cherish their songs.
A true artist, living to perform
There is a kind of rock on sense to this for me—and a kind of sensuousness–smiles to you on this Sunday!
Reminds me of some female rockstars I am crazy about 🙂
Yes, you took us there so clearly. Reminds me of last week’s concert – where she owned the stage.
nice read wonderful to the imagination, thanks for sharing
I could see her and now I want to hear her…The wrong words tripped me up and then you made them sing… this reminds me of the feelings I get when watching a really great performer, and why it can be so powerfully moving.
Being a wanna be musician I really felt this one, great images, rock on!
Yes!
Have you not at times wished it was your silhouette on the stage? I certainly have. And your poem accents the motivating forces.
You took us there, made us listen, look and enjoy. Bravo.
Completely engrossed in her work and music, standing under the spotlight, they are at their best, although might scare the cat a bit being up there haha
Makes me want to be there… I like the way you paint her exterior, then move into her feelings.
This also reminds me of Gypsy Rose Lee… Partly because I think on of our local dinner theaters is putting on the production. Entertainers get lost in the moment doing what they love best. If they are confident it doesn’t really matter what they do because as fans we will watch and absorb their every move. Nicely done!
Thanks for your visit and kind words on:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-74stroll.html
As much as I love music, I could never garner the courage to get up on a stage like they do.
Well done, she is an artist!
You have really captured the excitement and emotion of watching a true artist perform. Your words put me right THERE in the front row!
(As you read my Pantry poem already, I will share this one, as I won’t have time to ‘wordle’ this week:
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/09/bottlenecked.html)
smiles…i love to see an artist lost in their work….and there are times the words are just not right but they are not even needed honestly when the heart shines through…love the intimacy of that last spotlight…