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Poem inspired after a wicked sweet Melissa Ferrick concert. |
| Mind Wide Open The morning chill gently Brushes the hair from my eyes As the low thumps on her guitar Refresh my soul. The tempo quickens; My pulse playing follow-the-leader, And although hours and days away from her stage- I see her. So real-baring her heart Perfectly unable to hide the This-is-where-I’m-at explanation of her life. While others might cast strange looks Upon her when they first see her, With experience, they understand… They appreciate… They respect the bravery in her openness. So with my car window wide open And my mind playing follow-the-leader, Warm-colored leaves wave me through their gauntlet As I reach for my sunglasses. The fog has cleared- The sun is bright- Erasing the chill Life tends to offer. The lyrics speak truisms… The metronome still hits Left-right; left-right; left-right With Or Without me. -es- |