{"id":54032,"date":"2019-06-22T22:04:34","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T02:04:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54032"},"modified":"2019-06-22T22:04:35","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T02:04:35","slug":"midnight-blues-on-jazzy-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/midnight-blues-on-jazzy-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Midnight Blues on Jazzy Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Poem 12<\/span><\/p>\n

Midnight Blues On a Jazzy Day<\/span><\/p>\n

By: Ashley L Powers<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember sitting at this spoken word caf\u00e9 <\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting there all by myself <\/span><\/p>\n

Sipping on my mocha <\/span><\/p>\n

Snapping my finger and clapping my hands <\/span><\/p>\n

Listening to everyone who stepped up on that stage <\/span><\/p>\n

I sat back listening to everything they had to say <\/span><\/p>\n

I listened to every detail <\/span><\/p>\n

Wondering if I might find an answer to life <\/span><\/p>\n

In someone else\u2019s story <\/span><\/p>\n

But no one seems to answer what I questioned<\/span><\/p>\n

But the sound of their voices were so soothing <\/span><\/p>\n

It kept me in a daze <\/span><\/p>\n

Made me so happy <\/span><\/p>\n

But then a breath of fresh air hit the stage <\/span><\/p>\n

And it caught me off guard <\/span><\/p>\n

I jumped up and sat straight <\/span><\/p>\n

Because he had my attention <\/span><\/p>\n

The words flowing outta his mouth <\/span><\/p>\n

Soaked into my soul <\/span><\/p>\n

I could understand everything he was saying <\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at his brown skin <\/span><\/p>\n

His long locs <\/span><\/p>\n

That goatee <\/span><\/p>\n

He kept me so intrigued <\/span><\/p>\n

Looking at his juicy lips <\/span><\/p>\n

Just watching the words roll off his tongue <\/span><\/p>\n

Damn<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s all I could say <\/span><\/p>\n

Muscular built <\/span><\/p>\n

Watched as his arms moved in a rhythm <\/span><\/p>\n

Watched as his form took over my mind <\/span><\/p>\n

And I wanted my body to connect with him <\/span><\/p>\n

He was speaking of love <\/span><\/p>\n

Speaking know how hard it is to find <\/span><\/p>\n

And how hard it is to keep it <\/span><\/p>\n

With every letter I was spelling out what he was saying<\/span><\/p>\n

He spoke on how at night he longed for someone to be by his side <\/span><\/p>\n

Someone to hold and tell that he loved her <\/span><\/p>\n

He spoke of how he would make her feel <\/span><\/p>\n

That he would make her feel like a queen <\/span><\/p>\n

And it felt like he was calling out my name<\/span><\/p>\n

The jazz music connected our souls <\/span><\/p>\n

Had me swaying to his tone <\/span><\/p>\n

Man I think I\u2019m in love<\/span><\/p>\n

IN LOVE with the midnight blues he was speaking<\/span><\/p>\n

Had me feeling like Lauryn Hill<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn he was killing me softly <\/span><\/p>\n

As if he had been a spy<\/span><\/p>\n

Watching my whole life <\/span><\/p>\n

And as he stood on that stage <\/span><\/p>\n

He was speaking my life with the most beautiful sound flowing with it<\/span><\/p>\n

As if my life didn\u2019t have any flaws<\/span><\/p>\n

He had me wrapped up in his every movement <\/span><\/p>\n

His every sway and when out eyes connected <\/span><\/p>\n

He smiled as if he knew I was in love with him<\/span><\/p>\n

The jazz music played On and On and my soul was melting into its melody <\/span><\/p>\n

His midnight blues had me on this jazzy day <\/span><\/p>\n

When he ended what he had to say <\/span><\/p>\n

He looked out into the audience <\/span><\/p>\n

The music came to a sharp end <\/span><\/p>\n

He looked right at me<\/span><\/p>\n

Smiled and said Will you be my queen <\/span><\/p>\n

On that jazzy day <\/span><\/p>\n

I fell in love with the midnight blues <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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