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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Jazz Moon

Jazz moon shines softly
in the ebony sky
The stars
notes on a staff
of telephone wires
Waiting to be played
by anyone looking up
My love and I walk
measure by measure
beat by beat
down discordant streets
The melody lies
beneath the surface
And we groove
to our own harmonies.

3 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Name that tune. No, don't name it; it's perfect the way it is.

Trish said...

Beautiful. I was just looking at photos of the full moon over NYC I took last year and your words brought all the feelings back

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

wonderful walk you took me... under the ebony sky, the jazzy Moon and stars, notes, on a staff of telephone wire...

had noticed you hadn't posted in a while and had to lQQk you up.

how are you doing mi amiga? i think of you when i look at the collage on my wall hanging in my study that you made for me of my poems a couple of years back.

gracias