I’ll write my own song, it seems
There will be no dance, I know
But sans checkered flag, I’ll have lived
Tag Archives: Dance
Dance With Me: A Haiku
I think he is Red
I think he’s Mad as all Hell
I think he’s impressed
Banquet: A Haiku
There is the timing
‘though this feels far from royal
Drama, let us dance
v.
Come, world
Come crashing down
Just as you have threatened
While we stand up straight
Just as we have prepared
Come watch our audacious dance
Come, world
Invisible Ink: A Haiku
We could only dance
My hair drawn back, eyes upward
Sketched my dreaming pen
Almost Missed
Decree there be
That time for low light
For quiet contemplation
For the easy adjustment of eyes
And clarity, clarity
Abour the ever-evolving
Distraction from the dance
Mind’s Eye II
Tucked away
Happy
Dancing by now, I bet
Reaching out
Expecting
Hoping
All This
Is That way
fifty now
I know in hushed song
Century-old wood floors will herald in new dancers
Learned souls, unphased by farewells and long shadows and dusk
Owning eyes unwilling to shade out the blinding unknown of each new dawn
And the lies of lavender walls will be a thing for the past
China: Another Haiku
Lost in the seconds
For there is a mystery
With whom I must dance
Master
I’ve found the fluidity
At long last, the dance
My Master teaches to me
Now with gratitude
And reverent mind
I vow to him: I see
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