Amour: Falling in Love at a Farmer's Market

I was inspired but not in the way you think. I walked up to a Saturday Marketplace operated in the Ninth Ward of New Orleans. I did not think they were going to be opened so close to the holidays, but there they were!




The first thing I heard as I came around the corner was the sounds of The Neo Collective trio www.neojazz.net

this was before I saw the produce. Today was a gorgeous almost spring day, great skies right temperature & organic foods.



I purchased pumpkin bread, curried couscous & blackeye peas salad from one vendor. Then 3 types of pepper jelly, chow chow (a Louisiana relish) pickled green tomatoes that were to die for and organic,free range eggs from Mr. Cal Crops from chicken he raises.



And then I headed home but before I got to the corner the first line of a poem popped in my head. The thought startled me as I've not been that terribly inspire to write any poetry this year sans one back a several months ago.



It happened because I watched the bass guitarist who happened to be a woman deeply immersed in creating sounds in her head, lost in her own world of sounds.



The last time I wrote something from my If Jazz was a Color series was a poem called the "Sounds of the Men" in 2000 watch a jazz brunch. In fact I paid a nod to it in this poem.



Amazing what healthy food, good weather and change can do!







Until I Saw That Face

By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney (c)12



Until I saw that face

I always thought that deep

powerful

engrossing...

mesmerizing can't get enough of that feeling that comes from jazz

was relegated from that place...

that place

that secret society that held the sounds of the men.

It made me fall in love again

for that 100 thousandth time

with the face of New Orleans.

Just when I had enough

Really enough of

that dark side

that black hole

that keeps springing up at the most inopportune tie

From the gut cramping of near shattered souls that can ever seem to come clean

not unlike that blackened mold & stench out of the intestines of Katrina winds.

My patience had worn thin..

I wanted to run until that highway ran out

just to get away from that surreal vibe.

But then...

like the taste of calamondian oranges made into marmalade

the sweetness and the the sour-ness

I saw in that face

I saw in that face

that face...



that face...

And I fell in love all over again

for the zillionth time...

For the very last time

So I say..

With the face of New Orleans

All rights reservedJHM12-21-12(c)

Be Still My Heart-Charles & Trishaa's Anniversary

 Happy Anniversary.

April 14,2011

                  Be Still My Heart

By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney © 01

Be still my heart...

lest I will chance.

Because romance has entered...

Took hold

simply, sweetly, completely

And wants to dance...

Speak to my eyes

what my heart cannot say....

Poetry is the promise  of dreams,

a hint of what the Heartspeaks.

Insight of a grand sweetness.

A sweep of your hand across my brow.

Shining eyes that shimmer promises, not yet sung.

I longed for the warmth of your caress.

A glistening tear that crystal clear & speaks of our romance.

Soundlessly of my pain in your heart.

Kisses that move the heavens.

Shared memories of times long past.

Speak to my eyes what my heart cannot say..

Yet...

Breathlessly embracing

Sweet & sway,

that we dance to a tuneless melody that only your heart

Speaks to me...

Promises of what to come..

Yearned for.

That's found crystal glass

that my eyes hear and my heart has yet to say.

Be still my heart,

lest I will chance

Because romance has entered..

Took hold

and simply, sweetly, completely...

And wants to dance.

 Al Rights ReservedJHM ©1998

Poetic License~Alice Walker

 


Gray 


I have a friend 
who is turning gray, 
not just her hair, 
and I do not know 
why this is so. 

Is it a lack of vitamin E 
pantothenic acid, or B-12? 
Or is it from being frantic 
and alone? 


'How long does it take you to love someone?' 
I ask her. 
'A hot second,' she replies. 
'And how long do you love them?' 
'Oh, anywhere up to several months.' 
'And how long does it take you 
to get over loving them?' 
'Three weeks,' she said, 'tops.' 


Did I mention I am also 
turning gray? 
It is because I adore this woman 
who thinks of love 
in this way. 







Ms. Alice Walker,poet

 

Poetic License~Ms. Sonia Sanchez

Ballad 

By Sonia Sanchez 

 
(after the spanish) 

forgive me if i laugh 
you are so sure of love 
you are so young 
and i too old to learn of love. 


the rain exploding 
in the air is love 
the grass excreting her 
green wax is love 
and stones remembering 
past steps is love, 
but you. you are too young 
for love 
and i too old. 


once. what does it matter 
when or who, i knew 
of love. 
i fixed my body 
under his and went 
to sleep in love 
all trace of me 
was wiped away 


forgive me if i smile 
young heiress of a naked dream 
you are so young 
and i too old to learn of love 

Ms.Sonia Sanchez,,poet

 

Poetic License for Sunday April 3,2011~Mr. Saul Williams

Here is my Sunday afternoon poem of the day... There are no words I can add other then there is no age, stature,class or education requirement to feel that kind of love...

This Type Love

 By Saul Williams©06

I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love

or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.

and shit- I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.

See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love type love or who loves the other more or what she's doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.

Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she's not there and shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.

And check this-

I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love

then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love type love and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel

and I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.

The only difference is this is one of those real type loves

and just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers type love and I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again

and I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain't really anniversaries but doing it just 'cause it makes her happy type love

and check this-

I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in type love and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.

I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer 'cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves

and I don't want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love you as long as I'd like to type love

and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I'd cut the split ends and trim the mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.

I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love.

I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married so she is gonna be the one I share this love with.

Mr. Saul Williams,poet