While Listening To Debussy

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Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Memories that live inside my courtroom
Of missing persons
Escaping an early self
Under the blanket
Where imagination thrives
Like the wingspan of an eagle
Taking in the wounds of war
That never really heal
Dirt making its trail over thirty years
Deep into the grout
Will I be able to write about
Marigolds and daisies
Trees and the nature of things
While listening to Debussy

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I am a professional jazz musician originally from New York and now residing in Florida. I started writing poetry three years ago and have been published.


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