Poems_jonb


 * Poem Assessment**

**Original Poem:** //Fog// by Carl Sandburg

//The fog comes// //on little cat feet.//

//It sits looking over harbor and city// //on silent haunches// //and then, moves on.//

//Red Apple// By Jon Beikirch
 * My poem:**

//The Apple sits// //with a fat belly//

//It stays in place with no legs,// //with no mind// //then it, gets eaten//

**Poem Project.>**


Sablan Bruni 2009, [|__www.BruniJazzArt.com__]

Blue eye as the color of the sky. Rainbow hands that wrap around. Looks as if he has a dire lie. What he has in his hand is what he found.

Mouth wrapped tightly blowing it to shreds. Not believing on how these sounds come out. Making the audience showing their heads. What the sound of jazz is all about.