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Patricia Pjmen Poem
Hot can be
cool, and
cool can be
hot, and
each can be
both. But
hot or cool,
man, jazz is
jazz -- Louis Armstrong
Jazz is
cold feet on the
kitchen floor
or
a hot slow dance
amidst unfinished
pasta and dirty dishes
or
Jazz is
peace
driving to work in a
post-Christmas blizzard and
seven days til payday
or
a long drive through
cows and rows
of corn
on a thick August night.
Jazz
is a lover, jazz
is solitude
Jazz
is predictable, jazz
is an unexpected
wow…
Jazz
is energizing, jazz
is relaxing
and jazz is
unfinished, jazz
makes me
complete.
Copyright © Patricia Pjmen | Year Posted 2020
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Patricia Pjmen Poem
Nothing was the same
now that it was summer!
Parched blades of once-green grass
crackle in the dry wind, as purple
impatiens impatiently wait for their daily bath
from the hot rubber hose.
Strangers bond in this strange drought, complain
about the heat while mopping brows with tank top ends.
Kids stage wars against boredom with squirt guns and
captive sprinklers.
Afternoon naps beneath cool cotton sheets offer
an excuse to re-energize. Laziness is acceptable;
relaxing on lawn chairs necessary.
Nothing was the same;
summer changed everything!
Copyright © Patricia Pjmen | Year Posted 2021
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