A Recurring Jazz Dream
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- Опубліковано 9 лют 2025
- Edited By John Ninnis (c) 2025
Shot By Gabriela (c) 2025
Free-verse poem:
"A Recurring Jazz Dream"
Night lights flash by,
Chasing memories and fleeting emotions
As in a recurring dream --
Rife with racy thoughts --
Ghost pedal to the metal,
A racing pulse.
Used cars ditch their blitzed drivers
In the moody, moonlit ocean
Whilst out past their curfew for a full-throttle thrill
On the Autobahn of REM sleep.
Nocturnal mindscape abuzz with blurs of people,
Flurries of notes mapped on fuzzy smiles,
Fickle frowns,
Jazzy blues,
Trills of a saxophone outpacing runaway stars.
Its hazy ambience of vibrant hues
Lingers,
A sentient entity
Reaching through the Milky Way
To embrace the dreamer like a doting lover,
Slinking along illuminated swaths of misery and mirth,
Slipping past the psyche like grains of sand
Through the love-starved's bony fingers.
Mysterious is the precise moment
Of the dreamer's rebirth,
When the witching hour's rhythms
Re-emerge from tonal depths,
Sparking the rewired neural synapses
To wind 'round the subconscious mind
Like an insomniac tram --
Always scheduled at the station
Yet never arriving
On time.
Ahhh, but when the somnolent train
Finally comes,
It buoys the spirit with a horn
Sounding like an alto sax line --
So sublime!
Chordal gradients melding
Into a kaleidoscope of elation;
Brass body dipping,
Raising, like a mighty elephant's trunk,
Welding motifs of alluring fires within.
Latent desire brims, bubbles to the surface,
Longing to be expressed by tongue and lips
When daybreak's new heartache of real life
Begins.
Poem (c) 2025 Gabriela
Thank you for watching A Recurring Jazz Dream 🌜🎼✨️
Nicely Done. Love the poetry paired with the music!
Thank you for your compliment. Without the dreamy images and the jazz, my poem wouldn't exist. I was all the way inside by becoming one with the combined ambience of the visuals and music.🎷🎶🎞 I so appreciate your going deep with me. 💫😊
Perhaps it's the awake, that's actually asleep. Last night, the dream so deep, was for sure the real place.
There was no death or separation, just the joy of togetherness; after a decade without.
I place my faith in that world, as this one is sure to pass - with barely a notice.
And there's no asking why, it just is. Always present: no past, no future - like a photon there is no clock.
Awareness and attention, that's what life is.
Nothing more. Witnesses to the unknown.
So true. Thank you. ❤ When we dream, we travel deeply into who we really are and encounter many truths (and not only about ourselves), as well as receive visitations.
el video crea una atmósfera fascinante con su jazz y poesía.
Muchas gracias.😊 Me allegro que te gustas mi poesía. 🎼🎵🎙📄🖊
Wonderful!
Thank you for visiting and for enjoying this video poem.😊❤ Cheers!🌌
A recurring jazz dream is the kind of recurring dream I would love to experience time and time again. And I can with this wonderful video poem. Another great collaboration between you and John Ninnis. The poignant words, hypnotic visuals and alluring music bring the enthrallment of a jazz kissed night to life 🌃🎶🎷😎💖 it could honestly fit right at home in a nouvelle vague movie 🎥
First up, thank you, Phil, for vibing with the jazzy dreamscape of this video and for commenting graciously like that. 😎💖🫰🏼🫰🏻🤞🏾
Secondly, I appreciate to the moon and back that you consider this joint creative work of art to fit in with the French New Wave. Merci beaucoup.😊🎞
@gabrielapaulinho1luv De rien Mon Ami. It was an absolute delight for the eyes and ears and mind. Perfect for a Sunday Morning. I hope you have a delightful Sunday too. Keep on jamming 😊💖
Le jazz nourrit l'âme, cher ami. Bon appétit et bon dimanche. 🏙😎💖🎷🎶 Merci mille fois.☺️🙌🏼
@@gabrielapaulinho1luv it sure does cher ami 😊 Bon appetit to you too. De rien mille fois ☺️💖✨🎶🎷