- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Blue Lester
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Click hereHarlem tenor man
how can you be so
mean to me baby? Swing
then sigh a moan roundly
hollow and insistent
as though every star
fell from the sky alone
to spread like butter
from your golden
bell.
Your breath to my heart,
rhapsody is blues
from one frail ghost
who casts in me a spell
of pain and past of nothing
left to lose.
Prez at the window
nodding by the bar
or scraping low along
an avenue beat down
in years so close yet
far away from me
lost in this fog
of you.
I ain't got nothin but my muse, baby
Singin deep and old as blues, baby.
- COMMENTS
Esperanza_Hidalgoabout 13 years agoI've read this several times knowing of 1201's comment. I do see his meaning in the folk song to blues analogy. Nonetheless, the ending is so kewl, and the third part (stuff about the prez) kinda sings. On those parts I got the bluesy feel. The avenue beat down feels like you are out in the streets listening to a blues singer. IMHO, this has the tenor of a good poem.
twelveooneabout 13 years agoComment intended for Angeline. It is critical, but NOT indicative of overall quality -easy 100 it is very well written
looks familiar, rewrite in accordance with "the line"
This is pretty good, ending on the right note. I feel the weaving is not quite there yet, too simplistic, not emphatic enough, too spare, not fleshed for the material. i.e. a piss poor analogy, as spare as a folk singer, not fleshed for jazz.
as though every star
fell from the sky alone
to spread like butter
from your golden
bell.
can this:
left to lose.
