Jazz Reflections

April 12, 2011
Dancing people.
Spinning ladies
With white, flowing dresses.

Spotlight swinging
In the dim-lit room,
The sweat of the trumpeters.

Glasses clinking.
Eyes entranced.
Ears overwhelmed.
Feet tapping to the beat.
Heads swinging.

Fast, jumping, playful trumpet...
Mellows down
To reflective, cheerful music.
Drums beating
In time with enlivened, nervous hearts.

Soft, light piano
Bouncing on top of our heads,
Like rain falling outside--
Beat of nature's jazz.
Fingers tapping,
Bodies swinging,
Minds wandering…
Excitement and love.

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DancePassion said...
Apr. 12, 2012 at 4:37 pm
Very nice job! I really loved this poem, like, a lot! I have an English project due soon and this is the poem I'm going to reflect off of!!!! This is just what I was looking for! EEEPPPP!!! Thanks so much for putting this on TeenInk! You saved me! :)
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