Prose - Dedicated to Joanna Barbera

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What are you looking for?
Fame?
Money?
Have you staked your claim?
Does the search end
When they cheer?
Does it last?
Can you still hear?
The night ends
As the notes fade
But the feeling lasts
It is how dreams are made
Or is it?
You reached me
But are you alone?
What is it that you see?
You put us in our place
Yet you remain restless
You were the eye
Drawing on our breathlessness
Still we talked
As you sang
And ran
Like a wild mustang
Into our lives
If only for a moment
We needed you
To soothe our torment
But do you need us
As we need you?
We want to know
Are you lonely too?


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

To quote Arte Johnson...Interesting, very interesting! In fact, I believe this is truly one of your best! WB


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Yeshuan 5 years ago from North Carolina

Interesting, thoughtful approach. Very well done.


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Very thought provoking. I like this


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

It certainly gives an onlooker something to ponder. Very thoughtful piece indeed, it's one of your many great Scribes. And you have so many of them, Bravo well done, I felt the words, I felt the feeling.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

First I must say that she is pretty so are you guys sure it's my words or her picture? Ha... Friday night I went to a bar called Antone's which is a legendary music venue in Austin where I live. I went with a friend from high school and that in and of itself was very gratifying as I'd not seen him since 1974. The headline act was a great guitarist by the name of Monte Montgomery. But we were enchanted by Joanna as the opening act. She played four songs and she was the epitome of the struggling, indie, hippie-girl artist. I actually met her back stage and she seemed so normal; still trying to make it but all in as an artist. Anyway I wrote this piece up because of the experience.

@Wayne - It's wierd how such a random evening and some sketchy words (in my opinion) can become a highlight. You just never know what will resonate with people. Thank you as usual.

@Yeshuan - Thank you. I think my angle was to see her as a person and what she is trying to do. The bar was crowded with an announced figure of 350 people and it was rowdy. I'm not sure it was the best place for her but she weathered the constant conversations and stuck to her style. I was studying her; I think as poets we get that way sometimes... taking that step back and distancing ourselves from the context of the performance and trying to figure out the relationship of her life and us as the paying crowd.

@Rosemay50 - Thank you for commenting. She was so powerful on stage but I saw the vulnerability in her; she needed us. She was wondering how we would accept her. I like to see that because if she makes it big I'll remember when she was still one of us.

@saddlerider1 - Thank you man. I always appreciate you because you are such a presence on hubpages. I really appreciate. I was hoping to bring the reader of the piece with me; so you could stand there and see an artist trying to reach us... she obviously did for me...


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

Thank you Suburban for your appreciation of my presence, I am no different that most, I spend as much time as I can at the Hubs and then run back into my cave to catch my soul and chat with my Muse and try to recharge my batteries.

It's interesting to see and feel a person reach us, some kind of bond or connection, it's human and it happens from time to time. I am happy to read that she moved you, a true poets heart of emotion.


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

I think we sometimes forget that these artists/musicians are just normal people sometines. It was a good reminder.


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Teddletonmr 5 years ago from Midwest USA

Well done, outstanding in fact. The artis communicates with more than words, their soul.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@saddlerider1 - You sound like me as far as the time on Hubpages and then the in-between time... I am always looking to return, hopefully with something to say. Joanna was an inspiration. She is here in a talent-laden town trying to make it. She was very good at her craft and I enjoyed the moment....


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Rosemay50 - I hope you will return. I'm sorry you thought I was offended by something you said. I truly was not. I agree with your comment here. I tend to hero-worship rock stars and musicians and it's interesting to find them off stage and to see how they are in real life. Joanna had to carry her equipment off.... she doesn't have a crew yet so she is still trying to make it...


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Teddletonmr - Thanks man.... yes it's their entire being on display and it's great to see someone up close who can express themselves so well....

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