Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Baltimore, Maryland
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Baltimore, Maryland
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Playing Night Music

Rating: 4.5
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
Forever.
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.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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COMMENTS
Khairul Ahsan 17 April 2020
An excellent poem to read, recite, 'feel' and think about! 9/10.
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 25 November 2017
A very lovely write.Nicely presented.Music is just wonderful.
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