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A Poem by Emily B
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another prodigal child

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Fascination ripples long miles.
You are Blue notes
teasing thirds
and clandestine kisses.
Staccato rhythms
play me into you.
Fold me --
in your accomplished hands
and loose the string.

© 2012 Emily B


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...
. sheer magic ...
. all the way ... :) ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is kind of musically sexy...if that's such a thing! beautifully bluesy.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pure Kentucky Bluegrass...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great imagery and great rhymes. this poem rocks!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Oh, I love the music! Played in a seductive tone.

This one has me hitting repeat...

Great Write Emily!!!
RLG,
Tommy

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, anyone who loves blues and jazz can appreciate this masterpiece. Excellence from deep in your heart. The last three lines blow me away.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Blue notes ! Every jazz fan knows them,every musician loves them,every fan has got the label in his collection.I love poems about music,and this is a very good one.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Hell's teeth that was ...is...always will be good. A stunning sensation of words as you read them, seductive to the senses with a perfect rythm that just takes my breath away. I'm so glad this popped up in the News Feed. It is superb

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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