Jazz Sunsets
Marge Simon
It’s a jazz sunset,
clear and personal,
blue and red music.
Sit away in the shadows,
be a voice…
The gulls knew her,
followed her path where
earth laps the horizon.
Once you saw her on stage,
a thousand waving arms
moving in unison,
keeping pace with the source,
that throbbing voice,
an epiphany of wings.
She is brine and foam,
laced with fire,
carving inner spaces
with her songs.
Follow the gulls
into such a sunset,
with skies punctuated
by blue–red musk,
a violet riff,
not of this earth.
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Marge Simon freelances as a writer, poet, and illustrator for publications such as Space and Time, Dreams and Nightmares, The Pedestal Magazine, Mythic Delirium, and Tales of the Unanticipated. Her self–illustrated poetry collection, Artist of Antithesis, was a Bram Stoker finalist in 2004. Marge is former president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association. She currently serves as editor of Star*Line. For more information, please visit herwebsite or e–mail her at MSimon6206@aol.com.
Poem © 2007 Marge Simon. All other content copyright © 2007 ByrenLee Press
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