A few poems written while filling myself up with music this morning. Spring must be in the air, out there! Been busy with “tech” stuff but back to tapping myself into existence here, very soon - Naked And Alive.
A Kinda Love Poem
Starting my day.
It could be worse than
Nina and some strong
black coffee with
a little love stirred in ....
Could be worse.
Think I'll put my jacket on
and get out there and
see what happens
(with a little love stirred in).
One Of Those Days
Boy oh boy. Oh boy.
I’m having one of those days.
One of those days
where I’m
at home in this world
roaring like a lion
clucking like a hen
in control of it all,
a day when
everything gets done and
you’re having a ball and
you’re dancing around
the living room, living
and then down the hall
as Smokey plays and the world
purrs on and on and on …
Simone can do that to you. I'm loving your poems this morning. The lines "roaring like a lion, clucking like a hen": Great stuff.
Nina was one of the greatest jazz musicians of all time. A brilliant pianist who was kept out of the premier music conservatories because of her race. She never got over that. For all her wonderful gifts to us, she led a pretty sad life.