Alive at Night

A sound poetry assignment for Creative Writing.

The saxaphone sings in the

Middle of the night,

Knowing where to go

At one o'clock this night.

The music is alive and

The night owls have come to hoot,

The thumps of quiet feet going towards

The heart of a new bar called 'Night Jazz Noon'.

 

Pushing and shoving my way

Through the storming crowd,

The tapping of fingers and

The silent giggles bounce

Back and forth to the corners

Of the rooms, making me feel

Right at home, knowing that I

Can get away from the whispers

Of a lazy afternoon from earlier

On durning the day, and the

Wood beaten nights of no sleep returned,

Getting lost in the dreams and moans 

Of the flirtious music before me. 

Author's Note

This was a free verse-ish kind of poem, you could say. And I had jazz on the brain in my Creative Writings class, so hence the poem. Lol. XD And should I add anything more??

Reviews

[Emily B]

Fun and rhythmic. A nice creative romp.

[Casablanca]

Whatever it is called this was as mood-embracing as the music. You are a wonderful writer. And you have a longing for jazz music as have I. It's sad that it is fading in society just as the final note from the saxophone fades slowly away.

Please keep up your work. You are in touch with your soul.

[E. M. Murren]

Very nice. Jazz is fun to write about. It always reminds me of the Beat poets. This is a fine work. You paint a wonderful word picture here. Well done!!!

[None]

This is very upbeat and entertaining. Your poem is incredible and takes me out of my element. I like how you make future plans in your mind to go there and enjoy the people and the sounds. Great write!