California Dreamer
I’m here
Made it clear out to the
West Coast
Hair sticky with salt,
sand in my sandals
Beach air so fine
This town is mine for the takin
I’ll break in
Shakin what my mama gave me
No car yet, but I got two wheels
I pedal with my red metal
or skate the eight blocks to work
That’ll pay rent for now
til I find my niche
in the LA club scene
And then, Bub, watch out
No doubt
As sure as this
rock wall will stand
My talent will meet their demand
Singers as common as sand… but I’m here
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For dverse Patterns, Pictures, and Poems, writing to a photo from their tasty selection. Photo courtesy of James Rainsford; used with permission via the dverse site.
Also at my poetic cairn, Poets United!
Sharp Little Pencil 
vivinfrance
Ah, sweet memories of Mama Cass. I’d keep out of those naughty night clubs, if I were you. 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
Ah, yes, Mama Cass. Trivia: She did not die choking on a ham sandwich; that’s nasty urban legend. She had a heart attack… Miss her voice.
As far as the clubs, that advice comes about 35 years too late, ha ha ha. Peace, Amy
poetcolette
Nice. I can feel that ambition.
and, I feel i kinda been there n done that sand thing with someone like you once. . .
😛
Sharp Little Pencil
Come to think of it, I never did pay that parking ticket!!!! Fond memories… peace, girl. Amy
jcosmonewbery
Definitely yours for the taking!
Sharp Little Pencil
At least, that’s what I thought. My career was much less spectacular than I had dreamed, but I did get to sing backup at Carnegie Hall and meet some fabulous musicians (and a few famous jerks)! Peace, Amy
James Rainsford
Found your link in the comments section. So pleased I visited. This is an engaging story you weave from the image. Speaks to me of the beautiful confidence of youth and the necessity to live our dreams. Great job!
Sharp Little Pencil
Why, thank you, James. I actually wrote another poem to your images and will credit you there as well. Was too sick to post this week, so missed the Linky by a bit. Glad you visited, and I will see you at dverse, among other places. Peace, Amy
TO MY READERS: check out James’ poetry at http://thesanctumofsanity.blogspot.com/ and his photography (luminous) at jamesrainsford.com Worth your time!
Roger Green
quite seductive imagery
Sharp Little Pencil
Yeah, but what did you think of the poem? (wink!) Peace, Amy
brian miller
there is def something to be said of chasing that dream…i guess you at some point have to temper the expectations so the world does not crush you but…
Sharp Little Pencil
It’s so true, that art of knowing when to compromise. But I never slept with any producers, so that’s part of why my career didn’t go anywhere, I think (wink). I still write music and do sing occasionally but am devoted to this blog more than anything, as well as reading the work of others, including you! If I named them all I’d sound like that lady with the Magic Mirror: “I see Laurie, Sherry, Joseph, De, Roger…” Peace, my friend. Amy
Laurie Kolp
This has the rhythm of a song, Amy,
Sharp Little Pencil
California dreamin….. on such a winter’s day! Thanks, and peace, Amy
Sherry Blue Sky
Oh you took me right there, to beginnings, and hope.
Sharp Little Pencil
Not to mention the warmth of the beach, right? (wink) Thanks, hon. Amy
Raven
You are “shaken” memories loose! 😉
Sharp Little Pencil
Shaken, not stirred? (ha ha ha) Thanks so much! Amy
Victoria C. Slotto
Watch out for us Californians…very fun take on the prompt. Glad you added it.
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks, Victoria. I was only in Sta. Monica and Venice Beach for a couple of years, but it changed my life in so many ways, almost all for the better! My daughter, Riley, is SoCal for life, I think. She loves everything about it. Peace, Amy
Debbie
Good one, Amy!
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks so much, Deb! Peace, Amy
oldegg
I sensed her humming away looking at the ocean. It certainly hurts not to be young.
Sharp Little Pencil
Aw, I’m sorry you think you’re not young anymore. Me? I’m 55, still waiting to figure out what I want to be when I grown up. You are younger than you know, Egg Of Spring Chicken! Love, Amy