Come Morning...Play

[Ebonfire]

Grover’s horn is blowing ‘Come Morning’
through the cracks that are my soul
a breeze is gently blowing
time is lightening up my stroll.

His horn is really grooving now
I’m thriving with each new beat
Come Morning yeah, I see
passions felt make one complete.

Some scattered pieces drifting
floating outside my truth,
Come Morning, smooth and easy now
enables a clearer view.

Cobwebs fleeing from the rhythm
of mellow melodies music lilt,
Come Morning yes, play that do
notes float like ribbons of silk.

‘Come Morning’ play...

Warm notes across my silken skin
rhythms roam then settle in
to my soul where the jumble is at
The jazz just whispers, scat, scat, scat.

Opening my aura to the feel of swing
Keeping me mellowed to do my thing

Come Morning play on...

Ebonfire

[Artemis]

:)This really caught my imagination with its beautiful imagery and style. Really well penned and a pleasure to read. Kerry xx

[Harklight]

Rhythmically reinforcing the scat bluesy theme.
"Opening my aura to the feel of swing
Keeping me mellowed to do my thing"
"do my thing" is a very appropriate ending, in keeping with the times.
Enjoyed this one, Ebonfire. H x

[Ebonfire]

Thanks much Kerry, glad you enjoyed.

Harklight, your comments much appreciated and glad you liked this.

Ebonfire

[Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com]

Warm notes across my silken skin
rhythms roam then settle in
to my soul where the jumble is at
The jazz just whispers, scat, scat, scat.

Loved it, Ebonfire. This had a sway of its own and the beat is so smooth that the rhyme just slides in there.

I confess that I now have to go find a better radio station on my alarm clock. What a way to wake up!

[Ebonfire]

Thanks Jamie.

*She smiles*

Come Morning is a particular song on the cd by Grover Washington.

Ebonfire

[Jim]

this is perfect for reading outloud. both lyrical and musical, ... looks like it's shaping up to be a great day, eh?


peace