Jazzy Summer Nights

First of all, please listen to the soothing rhythms of this great live band, “The Malcolm Reynolds Trio: http://www.youtube.com/user/JADickson7#p/u/0/Np4p6xPV_aM. I’m instantly swept into these last days of August…dancing with a loved one on a patio after a smoothie, and hearing the beautiful piano-guitar-trumpet arrangement in front of me. I think you’ll imagine, just as captured.

Then, these:

“The Baby Is Eating My Pearls: Visiting Friends in the South”

 

Some tiny mouths bristle cold breath,

others puff warm air

like a small, finishing balloon.

 

Hayden enclosed a favorite necklace,

smooth baby lips

covering the shape of the ivory.

 

His hands were stationary on my knees,

sky-washed eyes

taking in the taste of cradled newness.

 

Mississipppi country was an emerald necklace,

extended accents

and bonfires making me nervous.

 

And here a solid toddler approaches,

chewing his consolation

with molecular molars and grace.

 

The electric shock of motherhood

jostles this chest

as he rolls my heart in those teeth.

 

 

“Color-Coordinated Neurology”

 

The crumpled blue morning

refurbished in slate-ivory

and was building a freeze over chisled grass,

Sunday music, toes curled, heart pacing

and something was tracing my sheer curtains

desperately like an imagined paint

drawing bush and sparrow shapes

awakening routine rush.

 

It bore a gray-hued craziness:

sliding leg against linen

prodding sleep remnants,

never getting buxom response

from the remnants slipping delicately

and lost into my raw sting of emotion

that faith lost in pragmatic sheets,

tangled and apart.

 

Afternoon dips below pale aridity,

mimicking the stump of heart

left for dead by evil

and bright vomit of depression

choking what’s ripe for confessional

beauty.

 

Gray liberates pugnacious red.

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About violetprose

Writing pulls me out of myself and into a world of color. It soothes, encourages, and inspires, among other treasures. I use it to love, work, and play. I pray it breathes life and shares hope.
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