Back to Memphis

I think of going back-
That place that swings like Memphis.
When my step had more tap
And my time was in time with his.
Soft skin was a price I'd pay
To feel
 the rhythm inside.
Thick notes had a jazzy way
Of jumping to pages
 with lines.

I feel like going back-
That place with jazz and lights.
Where sidewalks buzz and crack
And moan
 with the weight of night.
Blues slipped from lips sipped red
And white.
That heat that steamed up glass.
Where dreams are sweet with tipped head
And time sways
And waves pass.

I see a sign that goes back-
That place that sings like Memphis.
With sugar sins and salty laughs
That mingle
And spin a dizzy mix.
Shy eyes outshine the brass
and play their own tune;
Blind
In the moments passed
Over the bridges
in search of the new.
Memphis.

Reviews

[JG]

Just wanted to let you know I have read through your poems a few times. I think that i will have to read through a few times more...esp..."a bit political" I will say this there is meaning in your lines that a lazy reader wont get. You're a poet's poet. Keep up the fine writing i will be back with more. Cheers, J.

[Fran Marie]

With sugar sins and salty laughs
That mingle
And spin a dizzy mix.



A Fantastic piece so well expressed, and wonderfully written

Excellent Pen my friend~THanks for submitting to Baby I Got The Blues Contest

Fran Marie

[W.k.kortas]

The two learned women who have done prior reviews for this piece are spot-on; the central metaphor here is well-conceived and tightly executed, and the flow of the piece has a perfectly apt syncopation that is damn near musical in its own right. This is, as previously noted, some very impressive work.

[Emily B]

Stunning. Simply a brilliant piece of poetry. I could come back to this again and again.

[Gandré]

My god. Crying. Absolutely......amazing. I mean........this was making folks weak.....This is ture literature. American literature. This my absolute lovely poem on WC.... simply absorbing, a hit for psycho-readers (only those, who want to learn!).......u explored everything without touching it..from A to Z .. can I say that this has "Milan Kundera quality.....the unbeareable lightness of being"? well. u show that nothing is certain in the shadow of reflections and then of course, not the truth.


loved it.

gamdr�