I think of you and wonder ’bout
death and cycles
dawns or sunsets
nightmares
doors
bliss
It’s all mixed up
blended into amorphous impressions
Unseen thoughts
right here
Old jazz inside my head
Music fused with closure
maybe also melancholy
or serenity
Is it freedom or tragedy
across the boundary?
I think ’bout me and wonder
dawns or sunsets
Is it only jazz inside my head?
_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-X-MMXV
This jazzy poem got inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans and Björn’s words at dVerse Pub’s Open Link Night #159.
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When space is silence... 
October 31, 2015 at 12:03 am
I think poetry
is a great
way to
release
the jazz
in minds..
Lord knows
if word count
is any indication
my music is now
one big head or
13.6 online
bibles.. hehe..
therapy of
words
grow
flow
Live for Now..:)
October 31, 2015 at 12:06 am
Word therapy
is what keeps me sane
(or so I think).
Ha!
October 31, 2015 at 12:18 am
Smiles.. Me too!
October 31, 2015 at 1:59 am
I think of a lot of things when I music inspires me ~ Hopefully there is closure with the thoughts in your head ~
Good of you to join us for OLN ~ Have a good weekend ~
October 31, 2015 at 8:42 am
Thank you, Grace.
I’m always happy to join the pub’s activities. Enjoy the weekend as well. 🙂
October 31, 2015 at 4:26 am
The feelings that arise through listening to music (jazz) can co-mingle with our everyday feelings, which can lead us to think…was it old jazz, or maybe just life… Nice one, made me think.
Gayle ~
October 31, 2015 at 7:24 am
I think there is music inside that sometimes resonate with what we hear.. That’s what is the best kind of music…
October 31, 2015 at 1:07 pm
Don’t you find that jazz reflects your own spirits? When you’re melancholy it’s all ‘waa-waa’ saxophone whine. When you’re joyous it’s be-bop skip and jump. And when you’re confuse, it can get all jangly and messy, like some freestyle jazz. Hope you enjoyed your trip to New Orleans – I dream of going there some day.
October 31, 2015 at 1:54 pm
Oh! You definitely have to go to New Orleans. The place where the music never ends.
October 31, 2015 at 1:44 pm
I think music serves us well…often triggers old memories, changes our moods, helps us to write. I think we can most often be thankful for that jazz in our heads. Smiles.
October 31, 2015 at 1:59 pm
Listening to jazz is so liberating and does, as your poem captures, inspire free association–many times leading to some pretty provocative thoughts and emotions, as you’ve shown here.
October 31, 2015 at 3:45 pm
Death and jazz – such a great pairing. Both so complex and vaired…and somewhat mysterious. Is it ending or beginning? Dawn or sunset? This is really well done, Adriana. Your final lines are perfect:
Is it freedom or tragedy
across the boundary?
I think ’bout me and wonder
dawns or sunsets
Is it only jazz inside my head?