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Samantha Campbell

Rookie (July 2 1979 / ohio)

Blue Like Jazz


Ive got
cursive hips
and inky lips

Cause I'm
fully illustrated

The antonym
of my true state

Jotting kisses
Scrawling caresses
Thrusting verses

By far poetry
has a way of
fooling lustful
hearts

So blindly
we move
to become
one's art

On a canvas
of make-believe

I have reached
this last ending

of the words
that bleed
onto my skin

Staining my fingers black
and swirling in the
blue like Jazz

By Samantha Campbell

Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was just watching a show called naked trailers it shows previews of new movies and one that stuck with me is called 'Blue Like Jazz' is a fictionalized take on the book, an autobiographical collection of essays by Donald Miller

I HAVE to read the book now

the movie is not out yet but I really want to see it! ! !

In the preview I heard.....

There is something beautiful about a billion stars
They hang there like notes on a page of music
free-form verse silent and mysteries
swirling in the blue like jazz

the full version is below

"There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.) And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there somewhere."

another quote from the book...

'Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.' - Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz

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