The Fan
My early morning post relates to the powerful emotions icons emit, when they leave us, forever in the physical sense.
Did the passing of an icon leave an impression on you?
Salute.
Title:
The Fan
(An old voice whispers)
The rivers flowed that day
Volatile and wild
They drowned and rocked
All in that came within their way
Each drop
Saturated and overflowing
With such emotions
Like a catastrophic consuming ever swirling ocean
We all cried that fateful dark day
The Day we learned
Icons had passed away
Superstars of such revered depths
A reason why we all wept
It was February 3
1959
A tragic plane crash some
Time after nine
Peggie Sue
Donna
And Big Bopper
Had fallen from the sky
And become a cropper
That was the dark day
The music died
I still remember it
Like yesterday
The wind
The snow
My heroes
On tour
Oh how we wept
Rivers of tears
I can even feel those drops
Even after all these years
The Winter Dance Party
Turned into the party from hell
Things were never the same
What's his name
Don McLean
Wrote a song
Not long after
In 71
Such tribute
It hit number one
For four weeks
Straight
Well memories still
Sometimes seep
Out of us all
Echoes of distant places and faces
Rivers or streams
Pin drops or silvery trails
Mine returns
When I hear
Chantilly Lace
Donna
Or
That’ll Be the Day
And the wild rivers return
And reclaims my face
Copyright John Duffy
Copyright © John DuffyASY | Year Posted 2024
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