Jazz Me Do
JAZZ ME DO
Memory splinters … Splinters linger on
Orphaned … Amputated … Alien
Earlier hellbent … Later bent
Like a banana
Like a tasty adventure
Up … Behind … To infinity and beyond
Like the neighbour who
Spotting the Buddha in the back garden asks
“What’s wit’ monk?”
Like a glance above wondering
In this boundless blossoming heaven
“What’s wit’ bird?”
What’s wit’ Bird?
Variations on a theme
Came a long long way to end up here
To land up here wondering
“What’s wit’ Miles
What’s wit’ all these miles an’ miles?”
Posted on March 23, 2018, in Poetry and tagged Buddha, Jazz, Life, Meaning, Memories, Memory, Miles, Wandering, Wondering. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Ben Naga 
I really like this, Ben. Read it several times, each more enjoyable!
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Buddhism and music: two of my greatest interests and inspirations. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Betty. It may be useful to check out the multiple meanings of “jazz”,
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/jazz
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Interesting descriptions of all the many cultural forms of jazz. It gives me more appreciation for it – and for your poem. (Also the word’s use in slang – there are a couple I hadn’t heard before.) Thanks for the link, Ben.
Music is one of my top inspirations also, along with mystical spirituality, parallel to yours. Adding a third would of course be poetry. 😉
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But of course. Ah yes. 🙂
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Very nice!
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Glad to hear it pleased you. 🙂
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Hmm, Ben, a lot of rifts here.
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Just the way it came to me.
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