Joni

 She was lovely when she appeared on stage

like a beautiful butterfly in her gorgeous

tie dyed dress, took my breath away

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven

when she started to play

To say I was a fan is an understatement

And it was my first concert ever anyway

at the Queen Elizabeth theatre
 
in Vancouver in my student days

Perfect venue for the occasion

and not too far from the downtown bus station

She sang accompanied by her guitar

all her wonderful songs that I loved

The audience was in awe and respectful

we were thrilled that she was home again

She had a place on the Sunshine Coast

where she could paint and make her pottery

Just another hippie freak when she wasn’t touring.

The concert was lovely in every way

I was transported and delighted to be there

As she giggled and laughed (in her breezy way)

I had just come back from travelling to Spain myself

And felt like I was there again.


Challenge: write a poem that recounts an experience of hearing live music, and tells how it moves you. It could be a Rolling Stones concert, your little sister’s middle school musical, or just someone whistling – it just needs to be something meaningful to you.

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