I love to travel the landscape of souls.
Mysterious one of cats
and loyal dogs with a good look .
There are souls laughing at life
like frenzied banjos and sarabandas
and other where melancholy violins
welcome the angel's prayer ...
Those like wounded birds ,
forever frozen in yellowed sepia
and old sapphires from a bygone empire...
Souls of rain and wind ,
tender memories ...
eroded tombstone where the gaze
of an elegant lady fades away
in the sough of time...
Old south of all music
Jazz and soul !
Armstrong's trumpet tames the moon !
Sublime summertime mood ...
Cotton club's soul is a black smile ...
It's beautiful and makes you yelling
like a merry go round melody !
Piano solo at dawn ,
soto voce liberty seed
beauty of the meditative breath ...
I'm a young soul looking for my way
in a curio store ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2025 10:19
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Comments2
Such juxtapositions of old and new and black snow is the example of purity of air to today. Most interesting Lorenz.
I changed the stanza and wrote " cotton club's soul is a black smile'' It sounds more expressive and musical !
This poem moves to the rhythm of a wandering soul, gathering echoes of past lives, lost melodies, fleeting emotions. There is a deep understanding here of how souls carry history. A beautiful piece!
A young wandering soul !
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