I walk in solitude, hemmed in by the tempo of synchroncity, a blur of jazz flirting like fingertips on a rosary. I hear the lifting of a veil and a quiet ping of spirits. They settle within the entwined echos of my footsteps lost on an empty street wet with rain. They haunt my drifting reveries with blessed caresses lightly dancing in the air all around this dark night.... spirits sacred in the boughs of sweet pine. They stay close to me on this lonely night of ten Hail Mary's until my own spirit rises up to join in the dance. And when the trumpet hits a single high note, our spirits slip effortlessly into the timbre of a holy space where mystery dwells in the ancient grace of mercy.
In a world without end, we moved like spirits in the night....together. It made all the difference.
9 comments:
'a blur of jazz flirting like fingertips on a rosary' my god that's evocative....
your juices are flowing sweetie.... those are lyrics the man himself would be proud to put in any song!!
i was so excited when that line found me! I was driving to pick Max up at a b-ball practise and almost floored it to get to the parking lot to write it down before it left me. haha! True! I ran into the gym and sat down on the stage away from the other parents and scribbled down my thoughts.
when the juices flow, one has to grab hold and hang on for the ride, eh?
thank you paul. he is a true inspiration....his lyrics have made me dig deeply. they are so layered in meaning. i see why you love him so.
Just lovely. This has the tone of a hymn and a poignant jazz solo in one. Fabulous imagery!
I love this! Wonderful writing which pulls at so many emotional levels.
Selma... thank you. the title is a line from a Springsteen song. It was the inspiration. the lyrics to his songs are so deeply inbedded in sex and love and religion all blending together...I hadn't realized how much so. My intentions were based on this thought...to try to combine deep sexual feelings (through jazz descriptions) and an expression of faith. Your feedback helps me see that maybe I managed to convey that sense. thanks! Much appreciated.
mark....we are as multi-layered as we allow ourselves to be arent we? It's a swirling whirl of feelings we live within. I wouldn't want it any other way.
Wow that is so clever and so breath taking "a blur of jazz...."
You are a great poet.
All I would come up with in a dark wet street, is "get the hel out of here"
Marja...:) I don't know where it comes from most of the time. With poetry i almost feel a sense of inversion....falling into a scene that is playing in my imagination. It's like my awareness is heightening both internally and outwardly. I can't go "there" when I want to and it seems to hit at the weirdest times....usually when i'm driving which isn't a good thing!! However, I know when the words are flowing differently than they do with prose and i try to capture the wordsong in my journal so that I can refer to it as a cue later when i'm close to my computer.
I'm thrilled with that line....it felt very special when it flowed in my head the very first time. thanks.
Image will be imprinted on my brain forever. What a shot!
Joyce
Joyce...the words are mine. The photo isn't unfortunately. wish it was.
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