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tepid blues

lukewarm clarinet

notes bubble slightly

channeled

she sings with purple lips

glowing in the bar's fading light

the melody so uncomfortable

her tears a melancholy reproach

the old lover who made her voice break

She is stronger now, but a sad sax

reads her heart

she can only hide behind the words tonight

tomorrow, she will wake with a tune in her head

but the inspiration to sound the feelings in her heart

will have played its last performance

to a standing ovation.

erin-cilberto

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has a Peggy Lee sound to it, this one. Yes, it's always that old lover who did her wrong in the end, the one she can't let go of emotionally. The last lines of this one, however, indicate it's the dude's last performance. Good for her.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Peggy Lee was one of a kind...thank you, John,
j.

[Vol]

Jacob,
I don't care if the clarinet is luke warm, cool, or chili pepper hot, it gets me... carries me away to where that chick with purple lips is doing harmony with a sax... all in a smokey room with a little bourbon in short glass... it gets no better...
You took me there...
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Vol...I was hoping I could do that.
j.

[Soren]

Here the metaphor rings out playing its tune in those same tepid blues. It pulls at the emotions and that is why I enjoy your poems so much. They speak to the feels. This poem deserves more reads Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The comments I have gotten from you three let me know something worked here...thank you, Soren,
read moreThe comments I have gotten from you three let me know something worked here...thank you, Soren,
j.