The Music Dies Young--2011A Poem by Geralyn MillerIt is Saturday, July 23rd, Amy Winehouse died today. Still don't know the reason why; though Amy was Frank, she told us She Was Trouble, and won't go to Rehab. Only twenty seven years, Back to Black.
I hear echoes of the past, of only twenty seven years: Kurt Cobain with Teen Spirit. Only twenty seven years, Never Mind.
And the soul of Woodstock Jimi Hendrix, The Band of Gypsies is undone. Only twenty seven years, the Experience is over.
The poet of darkiness, Jim Morrison, only twenty seven years, after Strange Days, Waiting for the Sun. He Broke on Through to the Other Side.
And for me, the saddest echo, Janis Joplin, Big Brother was not enough, even with the Holding Company. The Kozmic Blues are sung. Only twenty seven years, and the Pearl is unstrung.
Ripples in the water. Echoes of the past Only twenty seven years when the music died. © 2011 Geralyn MillerReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 26, 2011 Last Updated on July 26, 2011 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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