Jazz

[KatBrown]

I am a Jazz voice instructor by trade and I so wanted to go with the imagery of this poem when it started. It started out with such a strong word picture with the phrase (quiet afternoon in a bustling city with cars telling you on a high note what you forgot) I immediately pictured New York city recovering after a night of partying and the stillness disturbed by the shrillness of a taxi driver laying on the horn dragging people back from a drunken stupor to reality. Then you just stopped and were on to the next word picture which seemed to me to lack connection to the story you began to tell. The poem didn't really pick up for me again until (Light ceases, in between the gust of wind) almost as if they entire day had past and I missed it. I guess I'd say stay with your imagery a little longer and develop it. If feels incomplete