Description: I'm pretty sure that every person has a favorite color. Now there are many of us that associate ourselves with favorite colors...in this case mine are Black, Gray, Silver and dark rich earth tones and dark rich colors in general. This poem is about the type of groove, mood I usually get in when its just me relaxing and enjoying my customary ME time. I call it my Black Mood.
I breath in incense-ladden air;
the flavor? Egyptian Musk.
Reclining smoothly, my atmosphere
cast in a rich mahogany and oxblood hue.
I'm involved in some wonderful
'soul-exfoliation,'
something that requires no
interuptions or physical occupation.
I'm sipping sweetened chamomille tea
with one peppermint tear in the
bottom.
The warm liquid travels through my
system and infuses every joint with
relaxation.
Its a complete summation to a great day.
'Lady Day' finishes caressing my bones
with the strains of:
"Sunday Kind of Love," and "Strange Fruit."
Now Miss Ella Fitzgerald promises
to work her old "Black Magic" through
mellifluous scats that riff, wax and wane
my inner until i'm physically weak
yet spiritually revitalized.
The rain falls to a steady beat outside...
completing the orchestral motiff for my
night groove.
Oh, how good it feels to be caught in
my own; Black mood.
I can't relate that to a Black Mood, to me it seems rather the other way. I'd like to end my day so peacefully and musically. Your choice of music is pretty good. Nice to talk about and add ambiane to your words.
I like this poem, it is a very nice write and makes me to be able to picture you in this setting... very cool my sweet! This seems to be what I would find very relaxing! Luv ya Wynne!
Submission Name: ***Black Mood***
Luv ya Wynne!