14/30
like music i float
trumpet blast, spinning pines
swaying butterfly free
like music i press
rhythm bound, broken sticks
unwinding spooled rage
like music i turn
plucked strings, wide hips
dirty feet step
like music i open
staccato heart, lifting notes
double-time truth
Note: The photo was taken while dancing under the pines at WorldFest and the words were inspired by the sounds of a jazz quartet.
More short poems:
1/30: not my cat
2/30: comfort
3/30: ache
4/30: remember
5/30: graduation
6/30: big love
7/30: Heavy and light
8/30: delicate
9/30: leaping
10/30: Dad gave me…
11/30: solstice
12/30: twisted
13/30: starving
Bridgette Tales 