I’d snuck out the front door, nobody ever uses it, then walked the miles to the railway station. Caught the train, nearly an hours ride and arrived at The Basement. Down by the Quay it was my city sanctuary.
The patrons were like any jazz composition, a multitude of real characters with open hearts all bopping about to their discordant tunes. No regular routine or clearly defined steps, partners irrelevant. A warm welcoming sense of camaraderie with no expectations or rules.
Then the sexy saxophone would moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops of home. Wistful lustful alerting us to his talent, desire released in it’s tone!
For jazz like life is open to interpretation, not confined by rules or regulations. Trusting we are smart enough to discern and learn from their intimate notes. Let love burn to ignite and unite.
D’Verse, 144 words prose, Lillian
“Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops” Carl Sandburg’s Jazz Fantasia
This is a wonderful poem. I found a little bit of rhyme in it too. Loved the movement of words in this one. Great work!
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I think the saxophone is my favourite instrument.
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it is definitely mine … and it sure is sexy!
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wow, kate i love the “sexy saxophone”… i really love your imagery here… its so inviting and so vivid….such a place i wanna sit down and write a love poem. maybe i will begin with…ours was a ballad,
of love and admiration
in a cool afternoon….
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the eternal romantic … I find it hard to sit when jazz is bopping away! Thanks Mich 🙂
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Wow, Kate! I wish I were sitting on the bare floor at Preservation Hall in New Orleans right now! Take care. Cheryl
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ah NO, a place of my dreams!
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Well written
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“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” –Louis Armstrong
If you have to ask what life is, it’s one damn thing after another. –mistermuse
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lol you left the A out of your name Mr Amuse!
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This is wonderful and I could feel it through the photo.
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too precious, thanks!
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I used to listen to jazz more… a local station went off air several years ago.
We used to have a service where we had music channels on TV without commercials… but we ended up switching and don’t have that anymore either…
I like smooth Jazz. 😀
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They’re wonderful,, those little dives were the jazz and the blues carry our cares away. I haven’t thought of Boots Randolph and his yakkety sax in a long, long time. Thanks for the memories!
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Oh so wonderful, Kate. I was in that jazz club right along with you, listening to that sexy saxophone…
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LOVE this response to the prompt! You’e taken Jazz Fantasia to the prose level! I am right there in the place….listening to the riffs and feeling the independence, the unexpectedness of jazz. And oh yes….it is so like life. Well done! LOVE that you’ve taken Carl Sandburg’s entire poem to a place with your prose!
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I connected instantly with the poem thanks Lillian so I had to share it in my own style
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“Then the sexy saxophone would moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops of home.” Perfect-I can hear that sax
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and they sure are sexy, seductive!
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Kudos! Beautifully penned n the last verse beautifully sums it all!
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Really enjoyed this one. Jazz is one of those genres of music that has been described purely as freeing. You capture that well in this piece. Nicely written!
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Beautifully said. Hope you are doing well
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thanks, very well and you?
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Alhamdulillah. I am alright
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Galapagos Duck
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bingo! Think we had this conversation before… and where were you?
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To the side of the stage
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I like that, similar to Jedediah, you wrote a jazzy piece into which to weave the quote from ‘Jazz Fantasia’ – and it works so well, Kate, with the ‘sexy saxophone’!
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Yes!
Oh, this is great, SweetKate! You got my senses involved…and I feel like I was right there. 🙂
You, also, remind me that people should focus on being better listeners…when we listen we learn, we understand, etc. 🙂
“To jazz or no not to jazz. There is no question.” – Louis Armstrong
Ha! 🙂 Jazz on!
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Wow Kate! I have been reading others take on this and most took a chilling turn. I love that yours is the sexy moan of saxophone! Really enjoyed this. ❤️
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even managed a few rhymes in the prose … thanks sis!
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Awesome and I had an uncle who was a great saxophone player of his times. In India during 1850’s there was a craze to name themselves with the foreign players and he had changed his name to Rudy Cotton. Superb ending, Kate: Let love burn to ignite and unite.
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amazing work!
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thanks nice to meet you!
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The saxophone is sexy, indeed. The last line,’ Let love burn…’ is beautiful. And the last two paras are wow. This is love.
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oh my I did so love that sexy jazz saxophone moan – and your real characters with open hearts – fab storytelling Kate
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Wonderful. You took me there with you.
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I love how everything is open to interpretation and can be translated however we want to.
Love the picture 💕💕💕
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I like this one a lot…
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