the jazz of my words

I want to roll with this
the jazz of my words
popping lightly like finger snaps
or high heels on concrete
tapping that beat
that makes me want to
sway with spoken word

let strength and snap
pour from my mouth
in a cadence felt from the toes up
yes, I am walking poetry today

and today I wake up with this poem
writing itself before my eyes open
words that kick like unsweetened espresso
in a rhythm played with brushes
not sticks, on those drums
I call ears.

Can you feel it?

***updated to add “Don’t Blame Me,” Thelonious Monk, 1966

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to the jazz of my words

  1. Rhonda says:

    ooooh yeah…diggin it babe! truly awesome and can hear the snap in your voice today!

  2. LOL, I woke up with it 🙂

    Thanks!

  3. Kyle says:

    you just get better and better susan – wow

  4. Yeah, Me digs it. Me loves it. Me locking, popping and tapping along, and me thinks me hears Satchmo rasping along too! Great stuff….and to imagine that this was conceived before the espresso – nicey, sweetly expressive!

  5. Karin Wiberg says:

    “I am walking poetry today”–I love it!!

  6. nelle says:

    ‘yes, I am walking poetry today’

    Love love love this line.

  7. zsooooo shimmmyyyyy in shape! Soo cool!

    • Thank you–yes, it is–shimmying and shining and snapping along–this needs some brass to it–Noel was right, a little Armstrong would do well here…

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