Guitar
Acoustic, Electric
Strumming, Resonating, Soloing
Modern, Popular, Antique, Anachronism
Plucking, Projecting, Accompanying
Medieval, Baroque
Lute
Categories:
soloing, guitar, history, music,
Form: Diamante
ALONE!, said I, things of individualism;
The sheer solo existence, separations
Back into my memories soloing;
What could there be more purely fascinating?
I crave I the straight, smelly solitaire,
That moment my soul grew as a lone star;
Awesome yet so rare…
The crowded populace was quite far;
My emotional state suffered scars;
Help me, someone…all
The silent solitude soloing;
Through which came marooning, marooning, marooning;
Stuck in my soul, mind and spirit;
No other one would come near me they fear it…
Ah, distinctly I was separating
I crave the luckless, lonely alone
Lonesomeness, I didn’t want to go home;
Help me, help me someone;
The sheer solo existence, separation;
Back into my memories soloing;
What could there be more purely fascinating?
Shanty… I just live my life separate from the populace
...I shall just be left
ALONE
12/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
soloing, analogy, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Through embouchure practiced in timeless jam blowing reeds of turning wheat,bellowing fingers, smokey streets. The timbre of darkness soloing for morning through laughing streams of willow like Mr. Parker flying.Turnaround souls bargain with triplets, as trees shout call and response,two then five down the street to one until the the clouds are gone. Midnight serves up shivering blues, last call rhythm time bell tolls,as silver rivers bend and pull, mountains sing valleys roll,the U-shaped bow a canyon pass the holy bell testifies at last, from fields of cotton to night club church, the one who was last has now become first,every perfect tone easy on its own joins melodic cast, too bad pennyless drifter 'cause you're deaf to the night you'll never hear... God play Jazz.
Categories:
soloing, nature,
Form: Free verse
Out in the open, I heard
Soft rumbles in the sky.
A gale rose, fell. Clouds darkened,
Began to weep. At first, a light drizzle,
Then showers; the contents poured down,
A deluge as in the time of Noah.
Robins nestled in hiding, scared of singing;
Bees clasped their wings, huddled in hives.
No singing, no buzzing, but the howls
Of storm and snaps of boughs.
I stood, soloing in a storm bath.
Categories:
soloing, happiness, thanksgiving,
Form: Free verse