Thursday, November 23, 2017

jellybeans with jazz






it starts breezy
your fingers slick, tingling
on guitar strings
murmur of leaves, falling  



then sharp stab
slurping my skin, milk-moon 
soft, honey-gold
& buttering my eyes
fringe of blue clouds



slam, slam, pour, pour
your ferocious heartbeats-
turn us to mindless waves
ride in - music -



we swish, rolling rhythm
pedals churning-
gathering us to heaven
gates, let's implode (again)-







Posted for dVerse poets Pub -  Jazz poetry with a lovely guest blogger, Amaya.  Come and join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit ~ 



22 comments:

  1. Fantastic... especially that shift from the soft first stanza to the ecstasy of the second into that onomatopoeia poetry of the third, this is poetry to dance to.

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  2. Nice title. I liked the phrase "mindless waves".

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  3. Such mindless waves are sure fine by me

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  4. What a 'pow!' at the end. Nice jazz, Grace!

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  5. we swish, rolling rhythm
    pedals churning-
    I love the sounds in this part.

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  6. I was really looking forward to seeing what you came up with and I'm so glad you got right into this prompt, since your poetry is always so precise and pastoral, and well, perfect. You do not disappoint, Grace! This is flamenco jazz at its most dynamic, and as Sarah said, sexy too. Akin to aural sex with the foreplay and buildup. I especially love how you are so dialed into the "ferocious heartbeats" of your lover/musician, revealing how it's not just the music that transports us and transfigures us to "mindless waves" but empathy and love does that.

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    1. Thank you for the comments and lovely prompt Amaya ~

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  7. You brought the heat in your song Grace.
    There is a nice dance and energy in your words, and I can definitely hear the music.

    One thought, I reswizzled one line just to hear it with the double sus:

    slurping my milk-moon soft skin

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    1. Nice title too. Ha.
      I did not realize it at first til I saw it int he sidebar elsewhere.

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    2. Thank you. Am trying some creative titles, for a change.

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  8. Whew. Meet me for round two at the middle 8. This is jazz you can lick off the fingers, smacking all the way.

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  9. A slow simmer to a raging fire to a settling warmth. A wonderful write!

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  10. Hot stuff, Grace, and sweet jellybeans!

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  11. I especially love your second stanza. This was so much fun to read.

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  12. we swish, rolling rhythm
    pedals churning-
    gathering us to heaven
    gates

    It cannot be any better than to end up at heaven's gates!

    Hank

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  13. I love the beat and sound of this piece. πŸŒΈπŸ‘

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  14. This is awesome, Grace. I missed this last week. So glad I'm catching it now.

    'buttering my eyes" is my favorite image

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  15. I love this... every sensual element, every jazzy nuance.

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  16. A wonderful 'build' to that imploding close. This is jazz!

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