#jazzpoem

[georgiathecreative-blog]

Relics Of Your Body

The relics of your body, scatter all over my roots. Staccato breaths. While each relic Embeds In my skin. You were a major influence in my life, now you’re a minor scale that has been. An interval of bodies, separate but we always found our 2 note chords Like our umbilical cords that were joined at birth, unconditional love, and everlasting life. An arpeggio, a broken cry. I tried to keep the music alive, but there is only so much one can do. I play both notes now in remembrance of you.

[jjfbbennett]

Welcome to my latest video, where I bring a beautiful poem to life through the magic of jazz. In this video, you'll experience the enchanting verses of a poem that explores themes of purpose, solidarity, and the ethereal beauty of jazz. Let the soothing voice-over guide you through shadows, whispers of angels, and the rising notes of jazz melodies. Watch as spirits shimmer and hearts adore, finding solidarity and compassion in every stride. Join me on this journey and feel the blend of music and poetry guiding you towards a hopeful end.

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Jazzanatomy," by James Emanuel

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Four Letter Word," by James Emanuel

read by hans ostrom

music =  “Shades of Spring” by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/4342-shades-of-springLicense: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

[nudeartpluspoetry]

Listening to Monk

("Well, You Needn't", Thelonius Monk)

Concerted jazz effort produces

jazzerted zephyrs forthwith.

No frazzling in the port, no

impertinence in Fort Piano. Yes but a

rush of notes which

practice and intuition arranged

arrives: please and 

thank you. 

& the fixed recording

suggests at least a nodding acquaintance

with the transience of people and things

which you may well wonder about--well you

needn’t hans ostrom 2018

[selfcarequeeen-blog]

Relics of Your Body

The relics of your body, scatter all over my roots.

Staccato breaths.

While each relic

Embeds

In my skin.

You were a major influence in my life, now you’re a minor scale that has been.

An interval of bodies, separate but we always found our 2 note chords

Like our umbilical cords that were joined at birth, unconditional love, and everlasting life.

An arpeggio, a broken cry.

I tried to keep the music alive, but there is only so much one can do.

I play both notes now in remembrance of you.