“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

11.02.2011

manifesto jazz


the lines i walk are mine.  i draw them myself
and i break the rules; i use
all that stuff they tell you not to
and i turn the music off because my rhythm is
the rhythm of silent stars hidden behind a daytime sun.
a bird is my muse and her name is silence
and she makes her nest in inconvenient places and i
must track her down, but that's okay, it's my job, not
hers.
i drew those lines and i stand on them in high
heels, bare feet, flip flops, cowboy
boots, and i stand tall
and i teeter and sometimes my feet
hurt
and i want to sit down, but i 
stand.

i pay attention.
i look truth in the eye and i expect it to look me back and
we'll see who blinks first. 
i am a teller of truths hurtful sad funny fast;
it is jazz and i am on the stage and i am scatting
baby sweetie honeypie
and you, yes you, right there, i see you look
away
when i hit that just right note,
the one you feel right up against that sore spot on your soul,
and i smile i know and hope you stay cause it gets
better.

i ask too many questions and i keep too many answers
hidden,
i am windblown imperfect and moving forward, navigating
by st. exupery's stars;
true north is the tip of my toes.
i follow the flights of owls and write their secrets on the
palm of my hand, sweating those truths away before
dawn.

i draw my own lines and i use invisible ink and glow
in the dark paint and pencil tips so fine only true hearts can
follow.
i mark the curb of the universe and reach out my
hands for gifts always given.
i hold my palms open.

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14 comments:

  1. oh boy am i lost in this this morning. i, who've been up since 4 staring at the black sky but cannot make sense of my words as you have yours... i love your windblown imperfectness xx

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  2. Oh! Oh! Oh! I am breathless, sun-catcher souled in love with you!!!
    I want this in your handwriting where I can pin it to the wall and read it every day.
    *swooning*
    Thank you...

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  3. You have the most amazing way with words, powerful post.

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  4. oh my. i think i am speechless. no, i know i am speechless.
    but i love this. love.

    "true north is the tip of my toes."
    ...especially in those shoes :)

    and the last word of mine is open, too. I love that.

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  5. ye made even an old codger sit back, reflect and grin with this'un. thanks

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  6. Sigh! You have a real art for the photography and words. That last line is so special to imagine in my heart. "i hold my palms open."

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  7. windblown imperfect .. thank you

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  8. perfect words, beautifully down in lines. LOVED the shoes.
    in fond regard, Tilda

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  9. So thrilled to have found you via Gigi. Your blog is simply stunning, and YOU are so inspiring.

    Best, Ciara x

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  10. Simply breathtaking. I love your words... not just one, a handful, all of them.

    Thank you. I will be meditating on this all day...

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  11. yes. what skye said.
    I want to keep your words. Have them somewhere where I can see them, feel them and soak up their meaning.
    I want them in a tangible way.
    God, you are amazing.

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  12. ohhhh myyy,
    i love your manifesto!!!!

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