Richard Evans Poet Free verse

Sixteen Days

days that brought me to worship
sounds of deity echoing through my room
music that deftly captured my ears and dreams

all we needed to release the discomfort 
of war and plastic cages
was the experience of his Fender Strat
the feedback from that Marshall amp
her Big Momma Thornton howls
Ball and Chain, Ball and Chain

long may we love the real s--- left behind
abstractions melodically rhythmic to rock

these tracks take me to that door
where I pray someone will answer
let me enter the blues of their world and see
why such beauty had to end

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Thresha Reese March 30, 2019 at 8:08 PM I like this, it flows with a pattern of irregular pulses... < was a strum across that Fender Strat > :-) Mature visuals and no capitals or punctuation. Excellent! Richard Evans April 22, 2019 at 9:47 PM Thanks Thresha. I listen to their music quite often. Jimi and Janis are in my bloodstream you know. Thanks again...……….peace!