Jazz Sax

Love me some good, saxy jazz. Can leave me pretty breathless . . . 

Jazz Sax

Sad

Sax-o-

Phone,

you Speak

Me

a Song.

Hoarse Whis

-perings, you Sing

Me

aLive.

your Shriek

and your Scream

and your Long

Strong

Sobs

and your

Gutt-

or-

All

Wails

Sing me

Out

of mySelf

and In

to your Soul

where I Sob

with you,Sing

with you, Soar

with you

and Grasp

the Sense

of your Wond-

er-ful

Hush.

and the Heat

of the Hot

Howl

-ing Jazz

Holds me

Shields me

Woos me to Wake

in our Jazz-

er-

full

Dreams.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

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