She Dances
In
silence, she dances,
Jerky,
uncoordinated movements
Filled
with uninhibited joy.
Oh,
what orchestras and steel guitars
Are
resounding through her being?
The
steady bass beat of her heart
Pounding
out the rhythm of her soul.
People
sneak a glance then quickly
Snap
their eyes away
From
the spectacle she makes;
Unaware
or unconcerned
She
continues on her way.
Suddenly,
she stops,
Frowning
down at the concrete earth,
This post is really important to me. This was the first poem I was really proud of, the first to get acclaim from someone others than family and friends. And then I lost the poem. I searched endlessly but finally gave in and considered it lost. Three months ago my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma. Right before he passed, these words came to me. They aren't exactly the same, and I wouldn't venture as to which was better. What I really got from the experience is that things we think are forever lost always live inside.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Dance like no one is watching, etc.
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abcw team
It's important to be willing to make a fool of yourself now and then
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