Live At The Opry Poem by Kate Lilley
Live At The Opry
Porter Wagoner in a nudie suit
flashes the crowd an embroidered Hi!
He kids around trading jokes with the hee-haw,
then the lights go down and the teardrops start.
The Queens of the Nashville Sound gear up,
nobody’s laughing or chewing now.
Skeeter, frail in a sky blue sheath,
is out of rehab and born again.
Her voice has gone the way of her orchestra.
It’s almost fifty years since the crash
that killed off the harmonising Davis Sisters,
the sleep-overs and double-dates,
square dancing after the Big Barn Frolic.
So long my honey, goodbye my dear,
gonna get along without you now.
When she holds the microphone to her lips
and whispers mine is a lonely life
it sounds like a radio tuned to the end of the world.
like to read more and quote- When she holds the microphone to her lips and whispers mine is a lonely life it sounds like a radio tuned to the end of the world. /// nice poem
I have enjoyed tremendously. To MyFavourites and thank you so much for sharing
Great poem of a great gorgeous occurrence so excellently worded and presented in full brilliance. Congratulations, dear Kate. Most deserving as The Modern Poem Of The Day.5 Stars Full. Thanks for sharing I congratulate
What great sentiment. I lived in Tennessee for more than a decade and visited the Opry. Your poem is expressive. I loved it. : -)
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. An interesting narrative piece written with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
So long my honey, goodbye my dear, gonna get along without you now. great great write great 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Such a great write by Kate Lilley........................