jazz beats
with razor edge
icicle-tooth sound
should not be
white noise
erasing cartoon
& movie soundtracks
played too loud
in the background
while I write
because that jazz
threads its way
easy and teasing
into my words
& I lose
what I should have said
hummed away
when words don’t fit
the beats I snap
with my pulse
or keep time with
fingers playing
this keyboard of letters
instead of piano keys
the muse
is happy either way
it’s all music
whether typed or played
she just wants me
to keep on
with this humming
Susan Daniels Poetry 
…and you do!
🙂 thanks, Nelle!
Girl, what were you listening to! You forgot to invite me! Lovely notes you wrotre! Deb
I was listening to jazz guitar–can’t remember who now… Next time I will, promise!
Jazzy sfam. But then, you always are!
🙂 thanks, hon–wow, you are doing some serious catch-up here…
I must ALWAYS leave you for the end of my days lately…you are OOOOZING sfam. My word! But oozing is such sweet poetry. I’m still not done. Don’t rush me!
LOL, will not rush you! I am leaking poetry everywhere–and mind you that does not include the 1 I showed you earlier and 2 more–think (I have struck an artesian wellspring. QUICK–get me a cork for it before I hemorrhage…
No cork…start canning! Isn’t that what gardeners do with the fruits of their labor. Can it girlfriend. LOL And yes, have been waiting for the secret garden…for 1. Although, one you posted today made me wonder for a minute. I am on my way back to read that one again. You need a BOOK!
OK, starting to sterilize jars now, but it’s so hoooooooot don’t want to can now. Can I pickle instead–so much cooler…
That rooms one came out of the secret garden inspiration, my perceptive friend.
I KNEW IT!!!