As National Poetry Month 2009 approaches, I confess to feeling blessed by the abundance of creative inspiration that muses have started to shower upon the thoughts, lives, and pens of those inclined to mold such impulses into the vast varieties of what we call poetry and jazz. My own muse has been kind enough to bestow upon me two books in progress along with several interviews and features in which my work and life have spotlighted.
The following poem, Sunday Afternoon and the Jazz Angel Cometh, is from my forthcoming title, The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. It is presented here for the simple reason that it combines two of my favorite modes of expression, jazz and poetry, and therefore is suitable to help usher in National Poetry and Jazz Appreciation Month, April 2009:
Sunday Afternoon and the Jazz Angel Cometh
One arm is a crystal-blue saxophone,
the other a platinum-feathered keyboard-
yours is the music that colors our dreams.
Sunday afternoon and the jazz angel cometh
tap-dancing philosophies of the drum-roll
over a bebop-stay-cool bridge of silver wings.
As history bleeds forbidden light
thunder-heavy tears drip flavored adagios,
splash and explode into champagne solos.
The sacred mystery of improvisation
is hatred's final aesthetic reconciliation
to the fact of love shining forever supreme.
Your skin is human-hued and tiger-striped.
Your software likes the contradiction.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
Broken-hearted volcanoes sob your rhythms
as midnight flowers blossom your blues and
between their fingers prophets snap lightning to the beat.
In the center of time's thorny labyrinth there you
are--naked you swallow quasars and spit raw genius,
cook your poems fresh, make music, make sense, make life.
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