Poemy Monday, The Third

Rock Love

The first chords strike the air
and reverberate through the crowd,
grabbing on to your soul.

The crowd comes together,
you can feel it begin…

At the front,
from side to side,
to the back,
moving as one.

We can all feel it,
taking over,
coursing through our bones.

The music.
The camaraderie.

There’s nothing like,
a rock concert.


7 thoughts on “Poemy Monday, The Third

  1. My son who plays the base guitar in a band would so agree with you! I, personally, like to stick to the country side! 🙂 Sounds like you had a wonderful time.

  2. I’m almost embarrassed to admit publicly how few rock concerts I’ve been to. (Let’s just say you can count them on one hand!) Maybe this should be a goal — to attend a few more — so I can understand what they’re all about.

  3. Love this!!! Just reading this made me want to be there with you. There really is nothing like a rock concert!

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