Hi bloggers, here is a new challenge for poetic minds. The poetry style I am experimenting with is called the Sestina, a poem consisting of 39 lines and revolving around 6 words in a set pattern. I was given the sestina as an exercise in school but I found the style quite challenging. If any of you are interested in writing a sestina, click here for instructions.
It was one of those summers, smoldering and sultry
Brass men playing alive with jazz
Dancers drunk on liquor and love
Inhaling rhythmic jives at a bluesy temple
Faces now tomato red with heat
High stepping to cajoling music
Jumping Jack jiggles when he plays music
Swaying hips is something sultry
Lips moisten in summer heat
Eyes flickering wide with jazz
Her lavender dress a strange temple
He barely notices the girl humming love
Heels tapping softly with love
Their limbs slowing to music
A kiss to lay against her temple
Saxophone cool and sultry
Lady’s hips move like jazz
He loosens his collar in the heat
Shoes lit like matches in the heat
Atmosphere intoxicated on love
The Duke ushers in bravado and jazz
Satchmo’s horn wakes the saints of music
Billie and Ella sing ethereally sultry
Crowd parts, here comes Ms. Temple
Light dims, darkness a unique temple
Their scent brews like stew in heat
Dancing is seductively sultry
Slow waltz to the melodies of love
Black shadows pause like printed music
When the world pulses alive with jazz
Life whistles to the soul of jazz
Farewells exchanged at the bluesy temple
Unwind to the memories of music
Breathe in the last of heat
Night ends but there is love
Still grooving to something sultry
Young, colorful jazz wafts in summer heat
The soul is a glorious temple, tipsy on love
Swinging to music, alive and sultry
