One NotePosted: 25 November 13
No variance or variety.
Just sustained refrains sounding out a long sigh
Dense with words missing their mark,
Losing their meaning.
Imagery read robotically.
Looking for music and muses,
Instead I found only muzak
In coffee house lobbies
Premium blending into a background
of awkward silences
and forced conversations,
Sometimes at speed, but
One note at 4/4 or 8/8
Zests of Jazz infuse your words.
Percussive beats sound out.
Rests… get equal time… with notes.
The audience awakens.
Your eyes meet their eyes instead of ink.
Suddenly simile is heard like it’s supposed to be,
And your poem becomes a metaphor of meaning.
When the heart sings, those who hear it
can’t help but feel it.
Genuine emotion suspends them
on a event horizon
to your gravity well of words.
And now, we’ve all…
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