Just a singer in a rock and roll band

Love, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized by Lee DunnJuly 30, 2018July 30, 2018

we gathered that night, impromptu.
music was rumoured.
by the bush, secluded.
a small fire, falling to embers.
things brought were guitars, harps, a fiddle, a beatbox.
and a voice or three.
over the hum of the generator,
we plugged in and played.
in my given spot, i stayed.
faces filtered in.
some i knew.
there was Shy Sandy, who asked if she could play.
twelve bar blues on her harp,
and she was transfigured.
we were joyful, and egged her on.
a man who was eighty came into the glow with his fiddle,
etched into the night’s tableau.
a fellowship, more than fleeting.
we who played and sang
smiled brightly at one another, with a knowing.
what can one love, more than this?

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carol hopkins on July 30, 2018 at 4:29 pm
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Music can be balm for the soul. Unfortunately I do not know how to play an instrument…wish I could. I enjoyed this post – a lot!

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1. Lee Dunn on July 30, 2018 at 4:30 pm
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  Thanks Carol… maybe you can sing?
  
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  1. carol hopkins on July 30, 2018 at 11:57 pm
    
    You’re welcome and only in the shower haha
    
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gizzylaw on July 30, 2018 at 3:13 pm
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Oh, yes. There is no greater love than music, I think. Thank you.

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S_MW on July 30, 2018 at 6:15 am
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This reminded me of my dad, who played and sang in a band from the age of fourteen. Impromptu was one of his favourite things. Thank you for this image, Lee.

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