Written on the blank white
In ink of feather-lite
You saunter slowly
in the flowing teal dress
with trailing scarf of silk jade
Reflecting in your eyes
The joy of misery
So mysterious & uninvolved
Secluded as you dance
barely on your toes in the sand,
on the boardwalk
Spreading wide those velvet arms
across the auburn skies
Reaching carelessly into the wind
To find a silent, bursting
Peace within
A smile broadens across your
uncaressed face
You hold the invisible hand
as the music plays
Swinging your hips behind
the skirted veil
Your eyes glossy from
the dreamy state of
illusionment of thought
You float in the air
from left foot to right
Out of the corner
of your mind's eye
You remember. . .
What, for an infinite minute, wasn't there.
Lightly, lays your heavy heel
to the grained golden ground
as you come back down
Dreams no longer forefront
in the cloud of swirling hips & skies
But back to earth
to live your life
The bare legs of a skirted dancer girl
become basic blue-jean covered
As you take your practical place
now on the hard, planted concrete.
No more time left to dance the
carefree weightless dance.
Back to earth
from one blank white page
to the next pixeled black
Where letters of neon green
are keyed in one by one,
You are back to
the ole' hum drum.
Written: July 21st, 2008
2 comments:
Hope to see you when I am visiting MJ and Co. this weekend!
OF COURSE you are left handed! Jennifer actually just told me that when I was there this past weekend. Very cool. Got any poems on being a lefty?
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