Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Gold Star - 7,163 Points (Baltimore, Maryland)

Playing Night Music - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

I call him jazz
Because he is the music
My heart hears...
Like the slow rippling
Of a trombone,
Deep and mellow.
Sometimes, gentle like Duke's piano,
When he plays Mood Indigo, lingering
Jazz is what I hear when he whispers
My name, sweet and low,
Like a lonesome saxophone's
High notes, wrapping around me
Like his arms.
There was never a sound as mellow
As the soft echo of his breath
in my ears...
Jazz I call him,
Because, jazz he is,
Between all the notes he plays and
Serenades me with my favorite song, 'Unchain Melody.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Playing Night Music by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

  • Rose Marie Juan-austinRose Marie Juan-austin (11/25/2017 11:57:00 AM)

    A very lovely write.Nicely presented.Music is just wonderful. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 25, 2017

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