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her thoughts take flight
like a flock of birds
their wings unfurled
& rising like a
plume of smoke
only to tumble down
to earth
as though
pierced through
by arrows
so when the rain comes
they are carried swift
crashing
over waterfalls
to be dashed
against boulders
for she longs for calm
that may only come
when they settle
in a pool
of clear water
becoming smooth
as river stones
at rest
© May 2013
Renee Espriu
Smoke filled room radiates music
sweet and low like the base of a
cello with notes wafting away on
carbon particles sent billowing
from pursed lips on cigarettes a
heady ambiance of slow jazziness
Holding the mic close like a lover
eyes closed, head tilted back to
hypnotize the audience enraptured
like star gazers longing to travel
with her along roller coaster notes
C sharp high, B flat low and mellow
Lights from the stage show shadowy
figures, drinks in hand as haunting
melodies dance across a piano keyboard
drawing the dancers to the floor in
rhythmic succession stepping to the
beat as she belts out notes ever faster
© October 2011 Renee Espriu
My love for Jazz and the musical realm it portrays has always been a part of my life and after getting to know the author of a particular site I found myself drawn to the idea of posting something for the music I love and also to dedicate it to one who sings it beautifully and with passion. This one is for you Amy! I so appreciate you and all you do. You can find Amy and all of her recent writes plus an awesome interview at http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com
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