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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Monday, 4 September 2023

Feet and fingers tapping ...


feet and fingers

tapping all night long —

jazz concert 


wind instruments 

together and solo —

listening bliss


he keeps calling

jazz music poetry —

I can hear why 


after interval

the music intensifies —

my scalp tingles


impossible 

sweetness, depth and richness 

crescendoing



Written during concert in Brisbane tonight: 

Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra 

with Wynton Marsalis.




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