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Country Music I see the dance floor, smell the sawdust, watch the couples swaying to the silver vocals of Emmy Lou, her sweet soprano singing “Save The Last Dance For Me”. I’ve just fallen to pieces with Patsy Cline, and promised Willie not to let my babies grow up to be cowboys. I make light of it, but, in truth, the music brings me to tears, and the lyrics pluck me dry. Granted, my own inner song twangs a bit flat at times; my strings need to be changed by careful fingers, and my wood is thirsty. But give me “Three Chords And The Truth”, repeated choruses of “God Must Be A Cowboy” (well, maybe throw in a shot of “Jose Cuervo”) and I can still be played. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2004-05-06 14:17:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.86364
Oh girlfrin, yu got it goin on!
Did I ever have all your poems in one clump that stayed forever at the bottom of my list.
Perseverence paid off. They are finally at the top portion. YAY!
First your Haiku/senyru, and now this. It's my lucky day. :)
This is the most pleasing structure and poem for that matter. Personally , sometimes I just want
a poem I don't have to try to analyse. One that just tells me how the cow ate the cabbage. HA!
Is that country enough for you? lol. I think I'm giddy from your Haiku. Sorry...I'll chill.
This is simple, yet enjoyable.
It puts the reader there on the dance floor. Love the olfactory stimulation! I adore that song by
Emmy Lou. She's a fav of mine. I have a Christmas CD that has her version of "Oh Little Town of
Bethlehem", and it's very lovely. Ditto for the music of Patsy Cline and Willie Nelson.
Great metaphor in s-4! But your ending is superb. Still be played indeed!
Thanks for the laughs, IMO you're a real class act.
Blessings,
Jennifer