Nette Onclaud Poet Free verse

After Nine In the Evening

There is a wave of New Orleans music
I cannot grasp... it throbs inside me swooning,
crawling    quivering   as whiffs of  tempo gyrate
around nine seventeen pm in a  bistro:
the sax, piano,  drums  railing notes on crest 
of wild grace,   ever buoyant amid sultry air.

And I listen to a  groove vibrate ,
rousing the marrow  of  my body
with  primordial tones livening
classic groans and modern jazz--
that my  hips  cavort in a dance   unbidden, 
a fire rippling along bursts of  instinctive thrill:
four hours after nine seventeen pm--
near twilight’s cadence lilting
upon my bosom-- I  jam joggle  jive 
floating in crazed matters that no longer matter.


Brian's Strand no 770

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Susan Gentry July 17, 2018 at 7:40 AM Congratulations on your win. Well done!

Viv Wigley July 15, 2018 at 11:05 AM ...and to think I was sitting in a pub in wet clothes alone whilst you strutted your stuff in this contest, nette. Lovely write, captures a mood and place, well done. Viv x

Subimal Sinha-Roy July 15, 2018 at 3:01 AM Congratulations, Nette on your win. the last line is superb.

Eve Roper July 14, 2018 at 10:40 AM Congratulations on your awesome win. Hugs Eve

James Inman July 14, 2018 at 7:47 AM Lost in your own beautiful world. A sultry, sensual write that leaves one wishing they could lose themselves beside you in your world. A very enjoyable read Nette.

John Lawless July 14, 2018 at 7:22 AM ...Now if Viv had only been waiting for you..Nette, when I read this I closed the windows so the celebration wouldn't wake the neighbors. Thanks for participating in the contest

Mick Talbot July 14, 2018 at 7:18 AM A winner for me! Congratulations on your placement nette, Mick

Paul Callus July 6, 2018 at 2:47 AM This is strikingly beautiful, Nette. Your words take me there with you and I lose myself in the atmosphere which you so ably created. No wonder that at 1am nothing else seems to matter:) Hugs // paul

Lyric Man July 6, 2018 at 12:57 AM Nette, you writing about the power of music.. leaves me speechless. Then you descriptively accentuate its euphoric effect on you.. leaving me spellbound! Your poem is a cadenced spring of natural flow and positive energy!

Agnes Krampe July 5, 2018 at 6:50 PM I especially love the ending: "floating in crazed matters that no longer matter". Music will do that.

Vijay Pandit July 5, 2018 at 1:57 PM You painted a rhythmic evening in cadence of music..lovely poem, nette..hope you win, BIG.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 5, 2018 at 1:57 PM - The sound of your words gives rhythm to your poem, Nette - Luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)