Sunday Scribblings prompts: ...For some, the word poetry conjures up terror; other people's mouths begin to water in anticipation. Very few people feel nothing about it. Either way, your assignment this week is to write some - whether you like it or not!
One Long Trill
Mystic strands
a little scat,
baby blues
one long trill.
Jazz tunes my soul
by sensual plums
like a master lover
might bestow.
By a warm thrum
of rhyming fingers
awash in joyful tears
when happiness
is a little jazz,
a little scat,
and one long trill.
Image is an original watercolor by Sue...
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Oh yes, I feel the rhythm in this.
I liked it!
weeks trample on each other like magazines
Please don't forget to post your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited too!
Comes a time when the ups and downs are places so often visited, that you can just sit back and relax to the long trill of happiness.
Oh, this was beautiful...yes, music does that! I especially loved these lines:
By a warm thrum
of rhyming fingers
awash in joyful tears
The finger strokes in your painting are perfect to describe how 'touched' we can be by the music.
As the English say, this is bang on. I can understand each line.
excellent writing. hope all is well. have a great night.
You are so talented. The rhythm and flow of this poem is wonderful. It was a treat to read it!
that is a happy one!
this is wonderful. life is a bit of all of this.... you say it so poetically.
Very nice!! The jazz and the rhythm were THERE in your poem.
Ah Yes! I knew you would be good at this prompt!
This is my new favorite of your poems that I have read. Jazz tunes my soul by sensual plums… By a warm thrum of rhyming fingers… So delightful, delicious!
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