Being peculiar, this had soul.
Neither rite nor rap?
Not right or wrong
No matter
The rhythm played with my feet
But I couldn’t catch it
The tune played with my brain
But I couldn’t remember it
Inimitably catchy
Annoyingly familiar
But I couldn’t hum it
But weirdly wonderful
The mathematical perfection of 3 into 5
The off-beat beat of jazz
The off-beat beat of jazz
Helen Springall 6th September 2011
Nice poem! I especially like the lines from 5 to 11 :)
ReplyDeleteGreat Poem - with a great pulse Helen!
ReplyDelete"Off-beat beat of jazz" Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteAgree with Kristian here on the line he singled out...
ReplyDeleteI also like the backwards line in perfect iambic tetrameter, but wonder why that meter doesn't come back at the end, as a standard melody might come back and be recognizable at the end of the jazz-men's improvisation...