Impressions

[gregnasty]

I am a musician and this is a poem I wrote about jazz entitled “Impressions”

I am Charles Mingus.
I am John Coltrane.
Music is my blood
And my veins bass strings.
Thumping, pushing, forcing ahead my heart
And it beats with resound.
My fingers force the keys down 
And the sound is a fracture of beauty and truth
And the harmony guides me structureless.

I am freedom.
I am everything.
I call to the birds
And they say nothing.
They motion me skyward
And with them I fly.
The stars are my home
And my home is gone
And with them I fly.

I am Eric Dolphy.
I am Andrew Hill.
I am awake and I am alive and I understand
And I am returned with the wild roaring and beating
And I too roar and beat
And I wail and shout and sing
And I cry out and dance impassioned

Our song will never end
Because we are singing life.

[Magpie]

Hi Greg and welcome to the site, if you can leave some feedback on other poems that would be excellent.

As for yours...

I like the concept and the first stanza is really interesting with some nice images, 'veins as bass strings'. It seems to get lost a bit when after talking about 'bass strings' you mention 'fingers force the keys down' without any reference to the change in instrument.

For me I would really like to see you expand upon the ideas of this first stanza as this would seem to be the main driving force for the poem. The ideas of 'freedom' tied with the birds to represent jazz could still be woven in throughout the poem but the first stanza for me is where it's at.

Cheers for sharing, I enjoyed the read.