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Smooth Jazz
by Ken HarnischYour words, she said
Are like smooth jazz.
Quiet and comforting;
But sensual, too, when
I need to hear them.
You are the radio
I tune to when I
Wonder if this is all
That is, or will be.
I hear the muted trumpet
Of your voice in the night
And welcome the clarinet
Of your poetry
Sometimes I just savor the flare of
Snare drums in your words;
The electric riffs; the promise
That neither of us can speak.
We must be content to be lost
In the sounds from
A distance, but that is cool;
It is the sound
Of smooth jazz playing
In my mind, and I turn to
It often in the dark. 12/30/2008 Posted on 12/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/30/08 at 02:38 PM I used to sit and listen to jazz for hours but nothing like this ever came from it. Nice write. I love Shearing, Garner, The Australian Jazz Quartet, and Dorthy Ashbe on the jazz harp. Again nice write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/30/08 at 02:43 PM It's amazing, the good company music can keep, if you'll let it. Really enjoyed this, man. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/02/09 at 05:24 PM The concentrated, careful analogies are strong in this poem, and most effective the mystery and the necessary distance involved in the relationship. "We must be content to be lost..." to me is the key that the poem is written in, and "I turn to it often in the dark" the undertone name of the song. The poem has a very personal feeling, and expressive of the closeness understood but unspoken in normal life. |
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