Jazz records

by William J   Mar 13, 2012


In bed-
not writing for anyone, just writing.
The moon is non-existent
the stars are swept under the carpets
and I'm headed the same way.
I can no longer think straight-

set my soul to 33rpm
put on another Jazz record.

-it's 2:03am-

I've got the blues for broken poems
all fragmented onto sheets
on an ill lit desk.
I've been left to make sense out of echos

After all, isn't that what a poet is meant to do?

-It's 2:09am-

I now truly do feel deader than a dead butterfly.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    This is a lovely poem. I like the elngth and the way you drew the reader in from the first line.

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    The best thing I like in the poem is the tension you built with your style and words, especially recording the time.. It feels that you are weary.. maybe subtly.

    good!

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    The poem flows well just like Jazz music would. I like Jazz, it can be soothing and relaxing.

    Awesome poem

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I love jazz, and the blues. Blending the music with the poetry is so natural. I liked the theme, the flow, wording was excellent and the format was eye catching..
    Good write

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