ragged rhythms
strode boldly
turned the
century corner
where wine
colored light
played on ivory
keyboards
bordello pianos
gave stagger
to swaggering
sounds of an
ushering era
a time bridge
for music to
pass from its
martial born
meters through
missed beats
the drop stitch
of rag where
it danced for
brief stutter step
moments till
it tripped and fell
headlong smack
into the jazz age
brilliant !
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thanks most kindly, Gill
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I’m there!
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Nice glissando . . .
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Most Welcome Always!
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Awesome — love ragtime and wish I could play it better!!
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back in the 70s it enjoyed a popular revival thanks to the movie “The Sting”
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well penned! really charming piece.
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glad you enjoyed it, Ezekiel
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This is great!
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thanks kindly, Aaron
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Love this. I’m moving right along with its rhythm.
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oh, I’m so glad that you picked up on it
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Reblogged this on The English Professor at Large and commented:
Try to keep from moving as you fall into the rhythm.
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