The Artist

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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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

24 thoughts on “The Artist”

  1. “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?

  2. You describe her so well. I guess we’ve all had idols of this kind – beautiful, talented and we cherish their songs.

  3. 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.

  4. Yes!
    Have you not at times wished it was your silhouette on the stage? I certainly have. And your poem accents the motivating forces.

  5. 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

  6. As much as I love music, I could never garner the courage to get up on a stage like they do.

  7. 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…

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