I loved this poem. Those intense feelings of his voice made you realize that you were a window for his music. When you went into the washroom to stay at yourself, I could just feel how you were feeling…
I saw a few comments above that you are feeling too shy to share which musician you were so excited to see. I can appreciate that, but I love how you wove in the anticipation, the anxiety, the acceptance of your role there and how all of that weaves into who you are today. Sweet, sweet love. A window - to let the light shine in and out.
I liked the way you wove the concept of fading through this, it aided in absorbing the emotion and excitement. Neill Diamond, Josh Groban, Bonnie Raitt, Jerry Jeff Walker. These are some of the voices I got excited about. There, I've shown you mine....
The opening lines of your poem took me back in time! A real ticket with a real date! Your poignant poem is a beautiful acceptance of the person you once were and a tribute to the writer you are. Thank you for sharing this with all of us, Elizabeth!
I always look forward to your poems on Wednesday. I love the eagerness in this poem, the sense of anticipation and excitement tinged with fear. I feel like I’m right there.
“the conflicting payoffs of being seen and being invisible“
Love that.
I also remember getting real tickets in the mail, ordered by telephone.
It was kind of the best, wasn't it? Thanks so much for reading, Shondra.
Oh, the thrill of waiting for something in the mail and it arriving!
“ SKITTISH breath and STACCOTO p ULse”.
Oh, the Elizabeth of yesteryear!
I loved this poem. Those intense feelings of his voice made you realize that you were a window for his music. When you went into the washroom to stay at yourself, I could just feel how you were feeling…
💛🎶🌿Always a delight to know you're reading, Looocinda!
This is so sweet. And applicable so far beyond the literal story of late onset fangirldom!
Thanks so much, Jonathan!
I love this poem (and story) so much.
I'm so glad, Margaret Ann! Thank you for reading, and for telling me.
I saw a few comments above that you are feeling too shy to share which musician you were so excited to see. I can appreciate that, but I love how you wove in the anticipation, the anxiety, the acceptance of your role there and how all of that weaves into who you are today. Sweet, sweet love. A window - to let the light shine in and out.
I love that dimension of the poem and story — the mystery.
Thanks so much, Elizabeth. Grateful to be seen a little, as well as seen-through.
I liked the way you wove the concept of fading through this, it aided in absorbing the emotion and excitement. Neill Diamond, Josh Groban, Bonnie Raitt, Jerry Jeff Walker. These are some of the voices I got excited about. There, I've shown you mine....
Thanks for noticing that detail, Wes -- and for sharing that very solid list. (Still too shy to share mine, I'm afraid. 🤫)
One big reason we read is to feel and this makes me feel. Thank you.
That means the world to me, Robin! Thank you for reading and feeling, and telling me so.
That’s an awesome story. And fun to get a glimpse into an earlier version of you. Trying to figure out, whoooo could the singer be??? 🤔
🤫 (Thanks so much for reading, Petrina!)
The opening lines of your poem took me back in time! A real ticket with a real date! Your poignant poem is a beautiful acceptance of the person you once were and a tribute to the writer you are. Thank you for sharing this with all of us, Elizabeth!
Those were the days, huh? Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Jason.
I always look forward to your poems on Wednesday. I love the eagerness in this poem, the sense of anticipation and excitement tinged with fear. I feel like I’m right there.
How kind! Thank you, LeeAnn.
I love everything about this. The poem and the post afterwards.
Thanks very much, Simon. Glad to have you reading.
So special and courageous! Thank you
Thanks so much for reading, Sherri. 💛🌿