Hey miss Etta
Your trauma,
can sing now.
Roaring like a punch in the chest
All the men you gave bliss
And our poor hearts were in your hand
When you sang
From LA to Riverside
I’m by your side
I be blind to let your soul cool
Ms Etta I’m blue
Like this Sunday morning
O’ lord, let it be true
At last let the man trust
in her, at last
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Parisab (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Talking with Miss Etta James I’m already obsessed with her music and I just learned a little about her life and that she was a Los Angeles native
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I adore Etta James her music is poetry and her blues and soul voice outrageously gorgeous. I do love this ❤️
She is the gem and the center piece as she crossed so many musical genre with gusto-I was specially delighted to find where she is now and will be visiting her resting site
Wonderful share of your morning music reverie! Yes, she's a gem, and it's wonderful that souls like her (and like you!) can be right here with us!
Thank you my poetic brother for appreciating her and your attention…
I am such a fan. Are you possibly familiar with Miss Cecile McLoren Salvant? On one song yiu May hear bits of Sarah, Billie, Ella, and Etta. Considered the foremost female jazz vocalist in the world and is subtle and wonderful in a most creative snd artful approach
So great that you brought her up-I saw her at a university concert-I’ll listen again
It takes a minute cuz she sneaks up a little on you. After a short acclimation her prowess and know ledge will astound.
outstanding
etta is amazing but i dont know if she cn compare to the talent you showed in this poem
Sir I wouldn’t dare and her musical shoes are too big for me
But your support means a lot to me
Thanks for the introduction, Parisab. Decided to find her and what she was about (my ignorance). Dived down the rabbit hole. The utube warren is a wonderous place and after an interlude with Etta slipped down a side passage and found myself with Nina once more.....
Nina (Simone?) and so many more owe so much to her, so proud this grabbed your curiosity -thanks for visiting
I'll leave that one - not going to make comparisons or connections.....
I am sure this is a fine tribute
I had never heard of her until just now but will certainly go check her vocal chords out .. 🎶🎶🎵👍
(Dear cherished Poet, you've penned
Such a beautiful ode
to a most tragic, yet Talented
soul
what a wonderful read, thank you!
for inspiring my little scribbled reply
and letting me join you in celebrating
a True legend..)
troubled Grandmother of jazz/soul
Her name, as head of a household
that never let her head rest
nor heart feel sustained peace..
still, despite it all she triumphed
graced us with 73 years, and music
that will serenade
'Sunday morning, Love'
to a generation of generations
'At Last', may she rest in peace..
Well penned and beautifully suited for Miss Etta James and the other artists whose suffered personal faiths-At least she received credit for her body of work and apparently was relatively supported by her people later in life…
Splendid, splendid write dear poet! - I cannot express my appreciation enough hey, especially as someone who appreciates her music as well... Thank you for this beautiful ode!
Thank you for your attention for her music and appreciating this ode poet peer…
This was a true treat to read Parisab.
This is written in an epic narrative tone, that resembles the deep emotion is which Etta James performed her songs.
A beautiful homage, bravo and I hope that all is well.
Thank you for your generous comment and feeling inspired by her…
Superb work. I can almost hear her now. Powerful poem.
I’m glad this poem conveyed her power to you-thanks for the read and comment
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