"naima" poems
Have you ever
looked at a cliff,
or a ledge, or
a box-cutter, or a
car crash; a
set of lips getting ready to smile,
or a set of hands getting
ready to hold you,
and said…
I have to?
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
I met a dark girl
With evening skin
She swam beautifully in
Moonshine eyes and a forever smile
A dance in her step all the while
Young woman had style
She reminded me of Mama’s hugs
Out in L.A. in that old jazz club
As we strolled the cobbled stones
Out so far and then back home
By the shadows cast of the tree’s
On the buildings dress and front steps
Up three or four flights she sang to me
And that sound has never left
It was autumn in Boston and all was fresh
The song of her voice, the shine of her flesh
If brass were black, she’d be a saxophone
(with her own wonderful tone)
Swimming in and out of that spotlight on stage
Even her father named her
After a song
By Coltrane
(c) 2015
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
3 silhouettes can i view
4 modes of blues
and 5 scales of you
(in my concrete lungs)
4, 5, 6..
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
Thank you for looking towards my shaw
and giving such sweet comments
if you like it
then my life is yours
but when you look out of your window
you find it crowed and when you look out the window in morning
see you life is not yours
Then you know
you are an artist
RegardsJustYours
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC