Its pitch just so, its notes played tight,
the saxophone of broken blues
embraces sounds that slice the night.
then fades away like day-old news.
A howling sound, a plaintive wail
when love and enmity combine
to raise the strong, destroy the frail
with piercing truth in every line.
That saxophone of broken blues
invokes the passion of the muse.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 1/26/14 Creative Bloomings prompt to write a poem based on a favorite line from one of the poems by a Creative Bloomings’ poet. As my inspiration, I chose a line from “Why I Like Silence” by Jane Shlensky.