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 |  Entries 4 - 56 will be the 52 weeks of poems for Promptly Poetry Round 4 |
| Joe Cocker - Woodstock His fingers tap in the air over invisible keys they linger. A thunder of percussion hits his spine and bends it, sends it into fits of beat. His arms embrace a breeze, caress its long neck. His soul guides him to the imagined frets, and strums ethereal strings. With a little help from his friends he sings. The music fuses with his voice his body jerks and trembles. He has no choice - the music is within him and it must have its way, a convulsive swaying. He dances in spasmodic delirium. Musical currents of electrocution shock all in attendance, charging the audience never to forget. FYI: His backup singers didn't arrive in time due to the traffic going to Woodstock, so his band bravely filled in - one of the reasons that this performance is unique. I encourage you to watch. Written for Promptly Poetry Prompt - Dance |
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