tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post3993431862984122732..comments2024-02-19T19:23:37.002-08:00Comments on jdbrecords: a poem by cynthia manickMrJefferyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657422824565425948noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-19744522931037392672013-04-14T02:16:54.897-07:002013-04-14T02:16:54.897-07:00Thank you, for sharing such a wonderful poem! I he...Thank you, for sharing such a wonderful poem! I heard pieces of my life and mother echoed throughout your poem. I feel this poem so deeeply. There is something about memory, Dizzy, and Charlie Parker. For me there was and remains Billie Holiday "Lady Day". Her soulful pain love soaked words were our heartbeats. One of my favorite lines among many. Mama wanted the dark arms of trumpeters, and Even now on Saturdays when low-strings are bent double. Great words, a well crafted living and breathing poem!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-28086866409862887322013-04-10T03:15:30.705-07:002013-04-10T03:15:30.705-07:00Wow! Great poetry! The imagery is awesome. I wou...Wow! Great poetry! The imagery is awesome. I would love to read more. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-22324718042359136862013-04-07T08:39:04.488-07:002013-04-07T08:39:04.488-07:00My favorite part was, "Watching the veins pul...My favorite part was, "Watching the veins pull notes together was like an island being born." I am so proud of you Cynthia! Beautiful poem, may your talent continue to be blessed!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-77676776875959457022013-04-04T15:59:28.650-07:002013-04-04T15:59:28.650-07:00Wow. "curled in the hems of silk slips...&quo...Wow. "curled in the hems of silk slips..." Beautiful use of language. "land-locked country boys..." I love poems that make me feel so good that you find yourself reading certain lines twice and just stopping to meditate on what they really mean- I love that feeling. Michelle Maria Tweedynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-45456425674501649382013-04-03T19:57:44.967-07:002013-04-03T19:57:44.967-07:00U beddA do dat blk!
U beddA do dat blk!<br />a.b. blk & associateshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11336475070429818441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-79059066874522607152013-04-03T14:38:28.613-07:002013-04-03T14:38:28.613-07:00Cynthia Manick's poems take me to the river ea...Cynthia Manick's poems take me to the river each time I read or hear them. I am constantly baptized by her clever phrasing, in this case, such as: "...we slept in whole-tone scales," "...sucked Mama straight to Harlem," "...was like an island being born...," etc. Due to "Tapping At Mama's Knees" I am wet from being dunked in Jazz. Cynthia hugs me with stanzas and teaches me with art. I appreciate and value her gifts. Peace.--CCFultonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396536519804836558.post-21513083788846972222013-04-03T06:09:44.200-07:002013-04-03T06:09:44.200-07:00so cool!so cool!Curtisnoreply@blogger.com