Rose Hill
by Kitty Boots
guitars riot
southern songbirds
entombed
rain streaks grave stones
rivulets stifle young grass
on the well-trodden path
angels and lambs
drunkards and whores
the detritus of a thousand dreams
sweet, jazzy riffs play with the wind
a crescendo to die for
all in memory of Elizabeth Reed
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Author's Note
Cemeteries fascinate me...I took an imaginary trip through Rose Hill. Thank you Duane Allman and Dickey Betts.
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A strong, strong piece, Susan, springing from a flawless tune - and the spirts hovering all around.
My favorite version of the song is from Live at Fillmore East.
https://youtu.be/8jVz1NSZIlo
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Thank you, Sam. That's my favorite version, too!
A perfect poem. My favorite line: "sweet, jazzy riffs play with the wind."
Thank you, Matt. A perfect song was the inspiration!
Enjoyed.
Thank you, Gary.
"angels and lambs
drunkards and whores
the detritus of a thousand dreams"
You've captured what I know so well.*
A fine departure, this.
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Thank you, Tim!
Thank you, James.
Good one. Evocative stuff.
Thank you, James.
beautiful
beautiful
Sweet poem!