Some new sketches
It's been quite a while since last I posted:
Jazz notes in Late Afternoon,
One napping beauty takes time
facing the blossoming trees
turning and sighing over pillows and blankets
overshadowing Coltrane; this sound or that.
It's in the way the birds sing...
Folk Guitar caresses the speakers
reverberating out against the trees plotted
out like city plans.
It's in the way the birds don't sing at twilight.
I know these are really rough, i'm just trying to see what I have here, maybe it's nothing at all but if there's anyway to say thank you i remember something someone said, "...nothing good is free, and anything greater than that needs a little more sacrifice."
:Returning to my singing state from angst :-D:
Jazz notes in Late Afternoon,
One napping beauty takes time
facing the blossoming trees
turning and sighing over pillows and blankets
overshadowing Coltrane; this sound or that.
It's in the way the birds sing...
Folk Guitar caresses the speakers
reverberating out against the trees plotted
out like city plans.
It's in the way the birds don't sing at twilight.
I know these are really rough, i'm just trying to see what I have here, maybe it's nothing at all but if there's anyway to say thank you i remember something someone said, "...nothing good is free, and anything greater than that needs a little more sacrifice."
:Returning to my singing state from angst :-D: