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heavy night air sags
waiting for rain
as misty blue jazz
through a lingering haze

a sullen sigh
a twinge of heartache
and for the moment
sadness seems cool

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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I was listening to Miles Davis' album "Kind Of Blue" as I wrote this piece late last night...It does this to me every time I hear it.
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that moves them. There certainly are a lot of choices and styles. I think it was Friedrich Nietzsche who said "life without music would not be worth living" ( although he said it in German, I'm sure).

as for heatache\ heartache, I meant to type heartbreak, and I think I'll stick with it...sorry!

thanks for your input


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A very good picture of where you are, the heavy night air sags..
Yes! this is how it seems as night wraps its clammy arms around the city dwellers, as I notice that you are in New York.
Cities always have an atmosphere of their own, I love the villages and countryside Stan's empire of walks..
Take care, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

thanks for stopping in.

I have lived in New York City, but not for a long time now.
I live in Upstate New York ( Lake Champlain valley), quite a distance from the Big Apple but New York is still "my city"

you take care as well



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In colour, you caught the mood and swatched it onto our minds much as jazz can, at its best.


"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

thank you Ann

you have a unique ability... conveying your thoughts so expressivly!
I admire that immensely.

thank you


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but kind of tritely sad.
I would not consider it for the workshop
" Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge"

a nice sad poem

A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'

a mood while listening to a piece of music might be named sad, although we would all presumably see it as a small, almost insignificant kind of sadness, hopefully, not extending too far beyond the length of the performance, much like this poem...definitly not deep or a "nice" sad poem seems appropriate

thanks for your thoughts


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