Like a broken brain
three notes dancing
on a crazy guitar
that tells stories of wandering ...
A crippled hand plays prophetic
accords that make disjointed
skeletons in evening dress jiggle...
Aquarius disbudded children ,
chase happiness
in the Buddha's equivocal smile ,
we'll offer them the moon ,
swing minor mode ...
I wake up at 3.a.m ,
the green fairy kiss
cold earth flesh
the herd is still asleep ,
in my head a wild melody
tears through my bipolar dream...
At dawn Django gets out
of the jazz box ,it's raining
on life, travel and emptiness ,
devastated nest and mess ,
cracked mirror,stolen memory ,
score in form of testament ...
"Au revoir jolie madame ! ''
Swing minor mood ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2024 13:42
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Comments4
Through imagery and metaphors you managed to convey the unique combination of melancholy and energy inherent in Django's compositions. This is great writing!
The art of making notes rain !
Great write
Thanks tony !
You're welcome
"clapping" 👏
A deep, melancholy and
captivating write! ✍️
Great use of metaphor
and to read a delight!! 👍
Best regards ✌️. Thad
thanks Thad ! Clap back !
A poem in minor key; interesting. Thoughts filtered through music. Nice.
A great ear for music !
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