I remember jazz
On the melody of a sax,
Tapping my toes
In a dream.
Listening to the cool easy breeze
Just as calm as I please.
Don't know when
The hypnotic melody ceased
And my anxiety increased
To a mood of uncool blues
And the toe tapping
In my dreams
Stopped.
I remember spotting
The spoken word poet
As he sat upon his stool.
Twisting and winding
His words into the depths
Of my soul.
Don't know when
He fell from his throne.
Lost are the words
And his charming pose.
And so the magic came to an end
Never to come
Again.
I remember that
Hot blues spot.
Where they would be-bop
And swing dance
To the likes of Duke Ellington.
Then slow dance to
"Sentimental Mood".
Don't know when
The music stopped
And we became lesser
Than what we used to be.
Seems unthinkable to me
That we could fall so hard.
I remember that
We were floating high, my brother
On the wind of a Renaissance
Down in Harlem.
Remember when black women
Were queens
And that black man
Was our king.
Don't know when
The beat sped up
To a break neck speed.
Don't know when
Women became everything but...
Your queen.
Don't know when
That man fell
From that all time high.
And I don't know why, either...
I don't know why.
A contest entry
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1750 points, ended April 14, 2009, 152 entries
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Comments
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I really enjoyed reading this poem It has a nice rhythm to it, and it was a good story with lots of good imagery.
-Nam -
The flow of this was just really really smooth. It rolled off my tongue with little effort. Beautiful write, I loved this.
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A simple mind easer right there! This poem takes me places. Jus tha beginning started me on!!! Good work wit it!
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Nostalgic. Not so much drawn just from personal experiences. Love the little trip you took me on. More than desriptive. (How did you know I like to time travel?) Well done, sister. Love. Write one.
DEZ
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