I miss putting my hands all over you.
I miss putting my lips on your parts
And when I blow
You you let out the sweetest sounds.
Your curves are just perfect.
Even the way your body glistens in the light is beautiful.
There isn’t any others like you.
You are broken now.
Many years of neglect.
You’re drying up and it’s my fault.
You don’t hold up like you used to.
I’ll love you again
And I will fix you.
I miss you
My sweet little saxophone ❤️
A young girl—
Out too late—
Running through a quiet urban city
searching for the sounds
That have been playing in her head
The radio gives her no help—
Those songs aren’t what she’s looking for
She craves and older more mature sound
The sound that only the dark night possesses
She can almost feel the sound,
It’s strength is almost feeding into her
She takes the bait
And makes her way to the old pub
She’s amazed by the Saxophone
And the blues lifting the air
She lets them fill her mind
And numb her surroundings
“Oh, sounds, why haven’t we met before?”
She cries out.
But the sounds keep playing
And drowning out her thoughts.
She now knows where she belongs.
I said to my grandma “I love those saxophone blues” and this poem came to life.
The music plays
Piano and saxophone
You and motion
and my emotion
one two three with fire
heavy with your memory
thick silhouettes peer
the sax next door sings
you, blown away by fusion
of my tongue to you
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun.
I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
Tethered at the end
with no hope to amend
seduced each other to appease
your love flow in me with ease
Darling, don't look back on you
The days when the rainbow was lifeless
The ultraviolet was in hues of grey
The sunrise reflected back on the skies
The multitude of sorrowful rainy clouds
All cried out and behind our front
My soul laid and screamed aloud
The shell of the loneliness undone
Chase of the summerly winds donned
The day beckoned with clarity
All hate erased, our love not charity
Un-crippled chase, the healed ails
Un-rippled wavelets,currents and sails
I unmask the casket
Claim the frozen confusion called life
On this walls are our sacred scripts
The prints that reads indelible
Of how our love nurtures the nests
voice in whispered tone
like breathy saxophone
I hold a longing moan
fingers through my strands
ruin all my plans
the way your calloused hands
lips that taste like truth
of gin and dry vermouth
pierced by sinking tooth
I memorize your face
as I fade from this place
forgetting all that time and space
I love to watch you play
Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
A lovely melody
You don't always see me
I listen all the same
Such lovely skill
escaping in the form of sound
of that wonderful saxophone
Maybe it's not the sound
That enchants me so
But the handsome player
Whom I get to call my own
My gorgeous love
Smart and talented to the end
I love my saxophone playing boyfriend, It's nice to date fellow musicians, even if the instruments vary.
Under the shining lights
Horns and trumpets blare
Take in all of the sights
This city has come alive
People stroll down the street
Rain splashes on the sidewalk
Tap your foot to the beat
As the music fills the night
Get on the floor and dance
The sax man does his thing
This could be your chance
The swing band's letting loose