It's the rain again; splattering
drops smile into my face
with koel thoughts of mango.
Your camouflage was perfect-
black on black, white on white.
It’s no jazz for me tonight.
Did you think we were molded plastic
that our lives could intertwine
then untangle at will
and each walk away whole?
The ghosts will call for me tonight.
No, no jazz for me tonight.
My skin still quivers to a drumbeat
strumming the rim of a vibration.
The castanets shall fly tonight!
Hey, no jazz for me tonight.
© AY
(I am not a jazz expert and so any unscientific use of its meaning is unintentional)
I like this.
ReplyDeleteI think you captured the feel of it pretty well
thanks, Artswebshow!
ReplyDeleteHA! Brilliant :)
ReplyDeleteI love this, very well written, and the words flow very well. I like the reference to Jazz :) Great work!
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery in your words. An enjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteAnita.
http://anitaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/yet-to-be.html
No jazz for me tonight - love it :)
ReplyDeletesoothing~ no jazz for me tonight! love your words~
ReplyDeleteNice write :)
ReplyDeletemine is here:
http://chinmay28.wordpress.com/2010/11/17/a-malignant-grief-2/
masterful job..
ReplyDeleteyour imagery is stunning.
keep it up.
Happy Rally.
Ironically, I think this would make great lyrics to a jazz song. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks All! Fyodor, I agree..am into irony bigtime :)
ReplyDeleteI could almost hear Ken Nordine reading this aloud - that is a positive!
ReplyDeleteGlobalgratitude, that is a compliment indeed! Thanx.
ReplyDeleteI love jazz and the flow of your words mimics the music!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, pamanner..
ReplyDeleteI would love to know if someone wants to use this as the lyric for a song.