Blue Like Jazz

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Sometimes I feel my life is like Jazz. I’m improvising, but the real musician understands the art behind it all and there is method to His madness. I wrote a poem about it. There’s a really interesting book by Donald Miler called Blue Like Jazz that talks about that..and it inspired this poem.

Blue Like Jazz

The chords come 

Frenzied

Purposeful

Scat scat layered

Over

tap taps

Hi hats and horns

I cannot explain

the soar of my spirit

The groan of my soul

the fly and turn and drop of 

dance

How swells and crescendos

Diminish to low tones

Seek to resolve

In soft moans

Uttered in um’s and uh huh’s

Soul talking

Spirit moving

Unwritten music

Blue Like Jazz

 

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