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27 November 2016

Crowded House Live on the Opera House Steps

In my living room
I who think I have no beat
tap my feet, my hands drum.
I who think I am tuneless hum along.

I who think I have no beat
sway in time, nod my head, see on TV
the live audience nodding in unison.

Tap my feet, my hands drum,
I'm right out of body-consciousness now,
I'm more in my body than I've ever been.

I who think I am tuneless hum along.
Lights throb, smoke billows, Nick dances.
On stage and off, the melodies rise and fall.



Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 18/4/17 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. (Day 18 of April Poetry Month 2017)
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18 comments:

  1. rallentanda28 November 2016 at 00:23

    Good concert !

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  2. Anonymous28 November 2016 at 10:21

    What a performqbce

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  3. Thotpurge18 April 2017 at 17:46

    Am also nodding..keeping time..me too, me too!

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  4. Therisa's World18 April 2017 at 20:29

    Sadly, all things must end, but the memories linger, long past their time.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade18 April 2017 at 21:44

      Not so long in this case, Therisa – it was a 20-years-later encore concert, which happened on the date I wrote this poem, last November. (I have now belatedly posted a YouTube video.)

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  5. Sanaa Rizvi18 April 2017 at 20:40

    This is such a picturesque write!❤️

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  6. Magaly Guerrero18 April 2017 at 22:08

    Music has a way of spreading her magic into everyone. And it's glorious!

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  7. Marian19 April 2017 at 00:34

    Oh! Wonderful all around... love it. Always take the weather with you... Also thank you so much for posting this FOLLOWING Michael's Word is the Bird which threatened to stick in my head forever ;)

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade19 April 2017 at 07:43

      Ha ha, yes the Bird thing was ... memorable!

      So many songs from this concert I could have posted, all wonderful, but this seemed to best illustrate the things I said in the poem. I didn't originally include it, as the YouTube excerpts only became available some time after the event

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  8. Susie Clevenger19 April 2017 at 08:20

    Oh, I can never sit still when listening to music. Love this!

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  9. Jim19 April 2017 at 08:32

    I am assuming this a self description. I only tap and sway when I'm out in an audience. I see others driving I their cars 'jiving' to the radio music, or singing along. Not me.
    ..

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    1. Jim19 April 2017 at 08:33

      "... "in" their cars ..."
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    2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade19 April 2017 at 08:56

      I was watching it on TV, so in that sense I was in the audience – while also watching the live audience. Yes, I was moving too, as I watched and listened. (I don't play music in my car, too distracting.)

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  10. Outlawyer19 April 2017 at 12:46

    Well, you definitely have a beat here! Very charming! k.

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  11. grapeling19 April 2017 at 16:15

    cool.

    and yes, Billy WAS young then. yeesh. we are all being turned into ashes, if slowly ~

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  12. Justin Lamb20 April 2017 at 02:46

    Excellent description of the joys of music. Nice work.

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