Sing in my ear <br /> wild beginning <br />send your mother’s milk to nurture us <br />with your succulent fruits <br />of timbre <br />the fields in season and all the cold nights <br /> to endure are done <br />the boys will gather round the drums <br /> listening sentimentally <br />to the gift that brings together <br /> the intended good news gospel <br />and the play of the good news blues <br />aromas of flower wild and edible <br /> fade and fall apart with the petals <br />of a dying art <br />Miles’s singing sweet release bites <br /> deep into your soul <br />his jazz player anger gnaws <br /> and explodes at love <br />listening sentimentally as he blows <br /> he knows of the birthing of new art <br />worth singing of <br /> the value and the love that outlast <br />the intention of <br /> all blues sentiments. <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Lee B. Mack<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miles-miles-of-sentimental-loves/
