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Hot Jazz

Slow drawn, steeping tea bags, in an etched glass pitcher, Lazily infuse its Oriental musk into the sun warmed brew. My ice crackles along with the thunder over the great Mississippi As the ewers’ spout releases the torrents of Southern comfort Into the tall, foggy, frost laden glass; I await my fill. A frigid sip chafes my lips and briefly deadens my longing, Only momentarily, as the turgid air, again, envelops my throat. The chills grip my spine, even in this oppressive heat. Sauntering droplets roam slowly down my bare skinned back And puddle where my hips widen at the curve of my waist. Hope is lost for those of us who float through purgatory. The weight of two centuries of sorrow hangs heavily on our skin. The burden is at its worst to bear just before autumn, When slave ships broken by storms washed up on the river. Airlessness provides no clemency for those gasping for pardon. Sorrow lies heavily in the lungs of the poor souls of August. Heat, fetid and damp, feverishly enables man’s basest passion, To be disguised as music, that wails from the saloons in the Quarter. Deep, boiling, fermented tales of sorrow are turned into song, Melodic tales spun of sorcery, savagery blue and untethered souls, Forged metals and the scat of primitive voices, break the fugue. Echoes of blasphemy wrought suffocating havoc and destruction, As hot jazz blows cool through the streets of the Ninth Ward.

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  1. Date: 10/14/2013 9:14:00 AM
    Just fantastic stuff.

  1. Date: 3/28/2013 9:59:00 PM
    Brenda, stopping by to say hi, and wish you an early Happy Easter, just in case I don't have time to stop by in the next few days. take care and have yourself a good one~ Always & Forever *LINDA"

  1. Date: 9/10/2012 11:53:00 AM
    Whoa---you are gooood! Will be back many times as winter comes to New England when I have time----but so glad I came today!!

  1. Date: 8/1/2012 7:13:00 PM
    Congratulations on your win in Debbie''s "Heat" contest Brenda. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 8/1/2012 2:43:00 PM
    Brenda congrats on your win...David

  1. Date: 8/1/2012 8:55:00 AM
    Excellent writing Brenda enjoyed the sustenance of each word, congrats on your winning poetry love vie

  1. Date: 8/1/2012 7:55:00 AM
    This is one of those moments I read a poem and think...why do I bother...I'll never be able to write like this. Each line pulled me in to the heat...sultry, yet subtle imagery placed in all the right places. Worthy of more than a 7, but since it's the soup..that's the highest markings. Also...congrats on your winning placement !!! To say enjoyed reading is an understatement...

  1. Date: 8/1/2012 4:49:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win. Excellent write. Love, Suzette

  1. Date: 7/31/2012 6:46:00 PM
    What a picture you paint for the reader hot and cold all in one, present and past melting. Thanks so much for the entery hope you write for my next one ;). Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

  1. Date: 7/24/2012 5:43:00 PM
    Richard is so right Brenda, you have taken us on such an informed journey. You speak as one who walked the bitter road of our ancestors, while you tell the tale with such tantalizing imagery. I am particularly gripped with the bitter sweet of the last eight lines...I am a jazz tells stories, it can also be used as a balm. One love. Joy Wells

  1. Date: 7/24/2012 12:15:00 PM
    Stunning metaphors,expert vocab,priceless - if ony I could join with the roving droplets - from whence has slavery come,from where does it end? Do we have the strength to be Free - with respect,J.A.B.

  1. Date: 7/23/2012 8:48:00 PM
    great write Brenda,love the journey, from a tea bag to Nlnth Ward