How are you feeling right now?
Right now, and always, I am feeling certain —- and I am certain….
But that you’re my world
And the stars dance when we dance
I know not a thing
Certain: A Haiku
Tag Archives: Dance
Wow ‘em
Show me what to draw with my crayons, oh Lord!
Lead the dance of my heart and feet!
If, people would see you in all my art
Then, my walk on Earth is complete
Art Credit: Lyla, age 6; March 2014
Dedicated to Lyla, who has never been afraid to be bold with her art, and Mom, who has never been afraid to be bold with her heart. Happy Birthday, today, epic ladies!
Congratulations
When we find the dance floor
At our appointed time
Our souls and eyes at once meet
To herald new lang syne
Which memories might serve us
Which regrets must we loose
When we release the pressure
Which dance steps will we choose
Original Inspiration Credit: “Get Up Offa That Thing;” by James Brown
Homecoming
An abyss Aegean blue
A dance fraught
A heartache shrouded
Where one sees the sea,
A tempest homeland
As such untenable salt
A fierce-fought choros
None eyes but one’s soul
None strings but ancestors
Where temptation to succumb,
A war on bare floor with bare feet
As blue sky beats back
Own The Street
This universe and its sprites
Plan to dance
And a grand effort
From the beginning of your days
To recruit you, as-is
Your blues, and your shoes, baby
Has been and will not end to be Underway
Thus, you must say, “Okay.”
Then Flow
What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
Yet
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance
Statuesque
Leggy
Considering going dancing
And, cannot care whether the two-step is solo
Reminiscent
Keeper…giver…wayfarer
A better time…a good time…now is the time
Blooming
Stationary, unwary, worthy
Holding all manner of good secrets to share
Inner-being
Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing
Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread
Just Like Yesterday
Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
Fault me — I henceforth forego jitterbugging feet
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