Body and Soul (IP)

Cherry

By socialeaf

Sat, 07 Apr 2018
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She died in fifty-nine,

body and soul;

yet even so

 

I’ve fallen hard

for the scratches

and echos

 

that endure

from her short

hard time here.

 

She died in New York

where I’ve never been,

 

yet I smell the Downbeat;

the smoke burns my eyes

 

as Lady sings the blues.  

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

lovely. 

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you!

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A brilliant IP response socialeaf. Is that photo copyright-free? (it's beautiful)

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you insert! I believe it is:) 

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Great poem. The line ‘scratches and echoes’ is stunning. To me it highlights flawed beauty and the magic of recorded sound.

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you lc:)

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

What a lovely poem!

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you! 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I like how minimal this is, sort of like the beautiful photo. And how you say twice that she died, past tense yet everything else is in the present tense, showing how she is still alive, for you in her music

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you:)