Oh, sweet honey of sound!
I have tasted your sweetness
night after hot night
for twenty-five years.
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All curves and twists....but now I'm just a jazz mamma to these men... This poem evokes the rhythm of jazz, the lifestyle of a musician, and (sigh) feelings evoked from aging. Nicely penned. You might consider separating the lines differently and maybe using italics... I liked the CAPs too... Just thinking of ways to add even more visual appeal to enhance the imGery and sound of your poem. I enjoyed reading it...
Swing is the soul of Jazz. i love swing. once i saw the dance of kids in our russian kindergarten. music was russian. and the russian girls were dancing easily - slow movements. and there was 1 black girl among them. and despite the music - she was dancing like a small Michael Jackson or twist or step - easily! and I understood -that Jazz - it is smth connected with blood!