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 |    A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
Originally written for March, 2020, round of "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest"  , using the words: music, lonely, miles, crowd, fade, stage, empty, lights. "My entry for March" Lonely Miles From town to town, we travel to play our music, as the star of Hope guides our Odyssey along the winding road up hill and down vale. Every show drives us deeper into the dream of fame and fortune that is sure to follow, as long as we keep believing in our fans. All these lonely miles lead to another crowd. Year after year, we have chased this dream. Forsaking logic from friends and family, we take the stage to sing songs we have written and soak in the admiration of our fans, until the songs are sung, lights fade, and stage goes empty. Then, we pack our gear into the bus, crank it up, and head out down another highway to another town, where we do it all over again. All these lonely miles lead to another crowd. Addicted to that surge we get when the lights go up, we'll keep traveling and playing from gig to gig, as long as the flame keeps burning in our hearts. Away from family and friends for so long, band members serve as surrogates when needed-- brothers and sisters with common cause. All these lonely miles lead to another crowd. Author's note: 23 lines of Bop poetry, as described and demonstrated in the following link: http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/3235/ |
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