mark nwagwu

Rookie - 6 Points (17 May,1937 / Obetiti Nguru Nigeria)

Travelling With You - Poem by mark nwagwu

Travelling with you is such great joy
octopus on jazz your face in dance
leaving our home two arms on strings
your brows flicker and twang their delight

With pistons firing your zeal soaring
fluid arms on drums roll balls for limbs
sixth and seventh lift sax t’ya brains
and eighth concurs with trumpets blast

the moon called forth then floods your soul
with strings and horn and drums and sax

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  • Tsira Goge (10/23/2008 1:08:00 PM)

    Jazz - same it is fine! Especially, if in the same place there is a moon... 10

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 9, 2008

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