San Francisco Jazz Afternoons
Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you.
The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous.
The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean,
Those brown flirtatious huge eyes,lashes, my West Coast sensation!
My diamond engagement ring glittered like rainbow butterfly wings.
Memories of Coltrane, Davis, music that made you my heart laugh and sing.
San Francisco, always the beguiling, mystical jewel of my heart.
Everyday people who loved peace,jazz music, discourse, finest coffee and art.
You later, bought a fresh, intoxicating gardenia for my ebony bobbed hair.
Do you recall later, Union Street in The City’s, moist, foggy, sensuous air?
The spiritual City, was indeed our forever souls', sparking, galaxy prime,
We were both as daystars, walking its winding streets, so totally divine!
1/9/2024
San Francisco Jazz Afternoons
Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you.
The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous.
The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean,
Those brown flirtatious huge eyes,lashes, my West Coast sensation!
My diamond engagement ring glittered like rainbow butterfly wings.
Memories of Coltrane, Davis, music that made you my heart laugh and sing.
San Francisco, always the beguiling, mystical jewel of my heart.
Everyday people who loved peace,jazz music, discourse, finest coffee and art.
You later, bought a fresh, intoxicating gardenia for my ebony bobbed hair.
Do you recall later, Union Street in The City’s, moist, foggy, sensuous air?
The spiritual City, was indeed our forever souls', sparking, galaxy prime,
We were both as daystars, walking its winding streets, so totally divine!
4/13/2023
I DREW A BLANK CONTEST
Sponsor: John Lawless
I sat and began a journal entry.
Songs of doves with white wings
flying into the night came to my
mind. Do doves fly at night? Unknown
to me, I sat under the stars asking the
universe. I saw the reflection of an
eclipse and an answer entered my
mind. Doves bring sparkles from the
sky during the day, yet they bring
simple musings during the dark
hours after the sun sets in the
west. Sparkles of the sun drift and
ignite mystical daystars that float
above the waters of the world.
After dusk they carry meditation
to all the versifiers on the planet.
The poetesses release reflections
as the poets bring forth pondering
for their souls. The doves have to
be white. White signifies the pallid
purity of our essence. There are times
when we may feel dismal, but the
doves liberate heightened freedom
for our expressions. For every kindle
there is a flame of inspiration. For every
ounce of encouragement there is the
whisper of a dove. A white dove.
Soaring throughout the twilight.
Date Written: May 31, 2016
In all it's glory
the daystars presentation,
hundrend year cycle...
December susurrations mingle
in this lissome isthmus
and our wispy Vespers,
these suspired planets
gossip along misty vistas
of silvery insinuations
and hushed hints.
The fractured lisps
of elusive revelations
curl in the breeze,
a gypsy veil
between shivering lips
in the cusp
of our trysting breaths.
Ascending daystars converse
in this lexis of secrets
and draw us a scroll to Venus
with each breathless ellipsis
between whispers.