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Day Four – “Break Down”

Shamelessly reblogging this one from last summer for Jazz night at dVerse.

Jilly's

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

BREAK DOWN

The nightmare’s voice
fills up your silence with jazz
MAD JAZZ
promises to free
up your body
fading the film to               b   l   a    c    k
wipe clean your slate
choose the           s  w   i   r   l      i n g           horns
the

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   questions

that shred
that trembling
barbed wire
against the Parrish sky
stretch out the wings
you never knew you had
stand upon the window

ledge

calling out
to the stars in their
own language

Fly beyond

© Jilly’s   All Rights Reserved

Posting for dVerse Jazz Poetry with Amaya.

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Day Four – “Break Down”

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

BREAK DOWN

The nightmare’s voice
fills up your silence with jazz
MAD JAZZ
promises to free
up your body
fading the film to               b   l   a    c    k
wipe clean your slate
choose the           s  w   i   r   l      i n g           horns
the

     C

A

S

C

A

D

I

N

G

   questions

that shred
that trembling
barbed wire
against the Parrish sky
stretch out the wings
you never knew you had
stand upon the window

ledge

calling out
to the stars in their
own language

Fly beyond

© Jilly’s   All Rights Reserved

Posting for dVerse Jazz Poetry with Amaya.

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‘Summer Tempo’ in 4/4 Time

I wrote this on Monday morning when I realized that there are only 3 weeks (3!!) remaining until I pack up my school bag and head back to work.  There is too much jazz left for summer to end this soon.  

i.

Kids go out the door
no tears for them
deny mine
Maynarding
screaming
flying full bore
into the endless arms of June
Prestissimo

ii.

Dizzying spin of days
nights of laughter
love sangria on ice
dancing on the sand
in the kitchen
Vivace
iii.

Fiery dynamite bright
lights the celebratory way
easing into a Blanchard
groove steady days stretch
fore and aft jazzing the sway

Bridge

iv.

No denying the entrance
Chet-smooth ignoring
truth that months become
weeks a subtle blues works
its way peripherally
into the score
Rallentando

v.

Mere Miles
to go a muted question
lingers in the cool
ignoring the answer
So What am I to do
with these remaining days
Adagio

 

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Breakdown

trio plays
                     jazz
                                         jazz
 straight ahead
 jamming on the eighty-eights
                                      Straight No Chaser
 A funky Monk
 dancing round the ivories
 bass beat
 Chase heat
                                           (blow it, Bill)
 toss it around
 then
                                           break it down
 come on back now
 get out of here
 with                 ba-dat,                        ba-dit,

za-bat,                          za-bat,               za-bat
 so good I just might break down

 

© Jilly’s 5/24/2017  All rights reserved

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Sunday at Etude

Miles Davis Plays So What?
Tomorrow is Monday
But I’m ignoring that

Fact, sipping cold coffee
Cultivating gloom while
Miles Davis Plays So What?

Late night laughing the moon
Heedless of how quickly
Tomorrow is Monday

Disdain with mild panic
Stirred in my cup with cream
But I’m ignoring that


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Terribly Literal Elevenie

A second Elevenie.  This is what happens when an English teacher listens to jazz on a Sunday afternoon!

 

Noun
Idea thingy
Part of speech
Existence defined by word
Named

Verb
Take action
Part of speech
Movin’ groovin’ accomplishin’ deeds
Happenin’

 

© Jilly’s

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Ever at Fernwood

Three alarms, one ironic, one aromatic and a third that is only essential if we talk very late into the night and are found sleep-deprived at 5:30.  Brubeck, Desmond, Morello induce us to Take Five at five fifteen, a jazzy irony not lost on our sleepy heads.  Ten minutes later the ritual of filter, water, beans and timer launches into a jet engine grind one flight down, set each evening before.  Your hand reaches for mine, or some days, the other way around; the perfection of another day with you.  Your feet hit the floor as you reach for the blat, blat, blat clock that would be; insult averted. And you bring coffee, not a mystery, except that of which cup you choose – yellow sunshine, blue cobalt, or the I Love You / I Love You More set.  Fifteen stolen minutes with the curtains drawn back to face east and see the sun rising or the rain falling, the hawk and jays in combat, and you and I, harmony of souls.

The rhythm of days

Seasons play out before us

Perennial are we

 

© Jilly’s 2016

June 8, 2005 Fernwood Botanical Gardens
For C

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The Stars Dig Jazz

“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” ~ Louis Armstrong

A cryptic blending of reds, lights diminished to keep the eyes from chasing changes, we augment the chops of the frog improv with our late-night laughter on the back deck, grooving on the hunter, the dipper, and the lesser light hitting its stride. The syncopation of our daylight finds fusion blowing on the sky, modulating to a darker shade of blue.

Soft the scent of stars

Mingled jazz lofts floats above

The murmur of day

© Jilly’s 2016

 

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where we are exploring how we relax on this Haibun Monday.  
Come join us!

 

 

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and you are here

I solve all of life’s riddles

dancing across the rug to

Grappelli’s

After You’ve Gone

Django pulling me through the turns

 

And you are here

© Jilly’s 2016

Day 8

28 Days of Unreason

"I’m not sure what it is, life’s puzzle"