"Jazz"

Not of voice
nor an
utterance.
Not a coming
into
language,
- but without
words,
primeval,
- communication
nontheless.
Pure melody-
sound
conduit
of emotions
sensual,
visceral
each note
tickling
not only the ear
but permeating
all
which makes us
human.
Instrumental
jazz riffs
the rhythm
smooth
reminiscent
of
reveries,
longing...
spontaneous
joy,
play-
translated
into music.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

Your description of the what the sound of jazz is creative 

it's smooth, yet direct

the play of the words you use to write this poem is very innovative

Annette M Velasquez

Thank you, as I mentioned it is a workshop poem- a quick, stream of consciousness write.

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