Jazzy Heist
Drum’s our kingpin.
Bass rides shotgun.
Others rise and fall in time,
adding color accents.
But drum and bass are
basic black and blue; all
pigments combined in
shockwave tommy-guns
to writhing canvases
strongarm-robbing them
of inhibiting spoils.
The perfect syncopated crime,
sharply-committed in-time.
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Written for dVerse Quadrille #78: Rise prompt. Other poets contributed here.
Also written for NaPoWriMo’s day 22 prompt: “write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.”
(Blogger’s Note: I couldn’t choose between the two music selections, so I added them both. Whoopsie!)
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Fantastic!
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Nice association of jazz and crime.
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Excellently done. I like how you incorporated a bit of the violence.
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This has a great beat!
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Bringing music to the dance!
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I love the way you portrayed jazz in color and images.
The words made me think of Joni Mitchell (the bluesy/jazzy stuff).
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With a jazzy beat, no less!
Nicely done.
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Love the combination of drum and bass!
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I heard it all, right there with you. Nice!
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I can hear the music and the beat in the poem.
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Oh those last two lines make a perfect finale to this jazzy poem.
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