That Whiskey Blue Sway ~
the poem at Edgar Allan Poet
I read this poem this morning. I like this poem. The cadence of the lines purls and flows like measures of free jazz (and with a certain lilt of connotation drawing me in). So just as a poem per se -- a thing of technique, craft, and talent -- I like this poem.
It's even better when a poem arcs a moment of personal association or remembrance. I know someone who has a "whiskey blue sway." She can dance with a cigarette between her fingers and a red rose stem between her teeth. She is a living groove and glows with a hint of good madness.
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