Her searing tone
The no rhyme or reason
Fracturing the time between dusk into dawn
A Shakespearian undertaking, so gently woven
Between treble clefs and crescendos
The steadiness of her uneven heartbeat
A breath away from pulling back
Still selecting keys, blending, drifting through my veins
Tempered rhythms stroked by piano keys
Smooth as a deep bass
Everlasting elation performed for these tired ears
Sounds that wash away the world
And tangles, scoops me up
Lingering on my mind
Making itself at home
Jazz
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Inked in Blue
PoetryThese are a few select poems from Stacy Hawks' third poetry book. It centers around one or more simple phrases whereby she draws upon her experience as a musician, author, and resident of the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina. The full version...
