Beating drums
Strings follow
Joining sounds
Making mellowTempo picking
Racing nearer
Heartbeats follow
Reaching a crescendoSax’s wail
With hands over eyes
Tugging at us
As our spirits rise
©Vivian Zems
Today we write jazz poetry with Amaya who hosts the bar at dVerse poets pub .
November 23, 2017 at 9:13 pm
I like the idea of our spirits rising to the sound.
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November 24, 2017 at 10:50 am
Thanks Frank… we go where the music takes us.
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November 23, 2017 at 9:22 pm
This is such an upbeat jazz poem
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November 23, 2017 at 9:42 pm
Thanks Björn 😊
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November 23, 2017 at 9:43 pm
Great musical feel, Vivian!
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November 23, 2017 at 9:44 pm
Thanks Jilly!
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November 23, 2017 at 9:56 pm
Oh I love this. Simple and effective with great sounds and rhythm. XXX
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November 24, 2017 at 10:48 am
thanks, Alison!
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November 23, 2017 at 11:22 pm
That’s sax wail tugs us all ~
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November 24, 2017 at 10:46 am
It sure does!
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November 24, 2017 at 3:48 am
Ooh, really liked how “With hands over eyes” tell us to close them and open our ears. The best things in life cannot be seen.
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November 24, 2017 at 8:43 am
You got it! Thanks 🙂
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November 25, 2017 at 4:30 am
Wonderful!
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November 26, 2017 at 6:19 pm
Thanks Sherry!
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November 25, 2017 at 11:02 pm
What Jazz musicality you write in this one!
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November 26, 2017 at 6:02 pm
Thanks, Frank😄
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