quiet rhythms of jazz
flow in the pouring rain
we cuddle the pillow
my dog and I
lonely jazzmen
we fall
in the bliss
of freedom
Lovely image u have created. The image is comforting I can relate to it, is anazing
the bliss of freedom and sleep in peace and then again wake up to be creative......... very nice poem. tony
we cuddle the pillow my dog and I lonely jazzmen we fall in the bliss of freedom.desire for bliss . very nice poem.dear poetess. dev
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jazz on a rainy afternoon. Sitting with your dog in calm comfort. All seems well. This isn't a desperate case of insomnia. It almost seems like an excuse to slow activity to a stand still so you can check your inner self and find your identities as " lonely jazzmen" who have achieved or are about to achieve the " bliss of freedom, " which will transcend the loneliness and bring you into the mellow mood of the jazz performance.