This is how music and poetry should be felt...with a wholeness that you have simply without flaw ... expressed
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
I could hear the screeching guitar when I found this...I was hoping my reader would, too! Thank you.. read moreI could hear the screeching guitar when I found this...I was hoping my reader would, too! Thank you, my dear Eve!
ohhhhhh yeah! what a Jimi! your few lines and words do it for me ... i was alive when tickets to his concerts were $5 ... yes ..i said $5 .. one of our baby boomer tragedies in his death .. he should still be here .. :{ i think your poem nails it Kelly
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ps great pic!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
I actually had this written before I found the picture. Jimi's face just corroborated it, perfectly.. read moreI actually had this written before I found the picture. Jimi's face just corroborated it, perfectly! I am thrilled you enjoyed it, Gene...thank you so much!
hmmm Kelly, are you the "Electric Lady(land)" Jimi sang about... the blues, stolen from Africa, fused with gospel, forged in the fields and gave rise to emancipation, and liberation of human beings... intoxicating rhythms and a poem that honors Jimi and the way he changed music... indeed, getting high on these melodies of pulsing forces that shake our humanity and while "blue" give us hope...
love your poem Kelly and your inebriation... ;0)
redzone
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
...reading this made me feel higher than a kite! Wow, thank you so much, Curt!
Lovely poem, Kelly. Jimi appeared at a time that would totally appreciate his music and your poem. Too bad music has become cookie cutter cute. The blues had soul and feeling, something that is sadly missing to-day.
Energizing and electrifying! Your poem has that hard edge that Jimi had...you foxy lady, you :)
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Whenever I think of Jimi, I think of Janis...isn't that strange? Thank you, Lisa...the foxy lady in.. read moreWhenever I think of Jimi, I think of Janis...isn't that strange? Thank you, Lisa...the foxy lady in me is still mentally in Venice, checking out that gondolier! Oh yeah! ; )
And the music brings us to new heights. Music....it's been there from the beginning and we remember every note. Lovely poetry, Kelly. The graphic is incredible! Lydi**