Creative Writing and unfinished business…
May 20, 2015 § 6 Comments
sitting a friend’s penthouse…
olive trees up high –
a distant saxophone
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
I’m not sure why, but for some reason I am imagining the distant sax quite well.
That’s interesting, Dan. Maybe you’re fond of sax music…
For me, there’s nothing like a busking saxophonist (except maybe some classical strings) on the street or in the underground tunnels. Sends shivers down my spine. Is that it?
I remember once being in New York City. I decided to walk about 20 blocks to my hotel after a meeting because it was such a nice night. I was on the phone with my daughter. I man was playing a sax well north of me, but it drifted down through the night. Unfortunately, he was not that good and he was playing The Girl From Ipanema. I think that’s what’s stuck in my head right now 🙂
Ahh – I can imagine! Maybe even a poor saxophonist is better than none 🙂
Ooooo, I love this! And, yes! A poor saxophonist IS better than none. But your poem evoked for me some swell sax music :). Thank you.
Yeah. Recommendations? xx
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