Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Mar 11, 2002
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Blue Skye
Blue Skies: a jazz song
Five in the morning right now
my head full of jazz
Jazz and poetry
always seem the same to me
improvisation
When I write a poem
My pen is an instrument
I am playing words
Poetic rhythms
are as musical as song
just listen for them
Mine have a rhythm
of smokey clubs and the blues
my heart belongs there
I don't understand
why this music so pulls me
well maybe I do
The blues born in pain
elevated to art form
that is beautiful
The blues born in pain
speak the human condition
to live is to hurt
But remake your pain
wail it through a tenor sax
change it to pleasure
Offer your sadness
to a voice that rocks rhythm
a transformation
This is paradox
exquisite and meaningful
making joy from pain
Blue Skies: a jazz song
Five in the morning right now
my head full of jazz
Jazz and poetry
always seem the same to me
improvisation
When I write a poem
My pen is an instrument
I am playing words
Poetic rhythms
are as musical as song
just listen for them
Mine have a rhythm
of smokey clubs and the blues
my heart belongs there
I don't understand
why this music so pulls me
well maybe I do
The blues born in pain
elevated to art form
that is beautiful
The blues born in pain
speak the human condition
to live is to hurt
But remake your pain
wail it through a tenor sax
change it to pleasure
Offer your sadness
to a voice that rocks rhythm
a transformation
This is paradox
exquisite and meaningful
making joy from pain
Love