Dance – Page 2

July 29, 2016

SLIVERS OF YELLOW

I was thinking of another time some years ago when I lived in Daly City just outside of San Francisco and drove to work in part on the coast highway. I worked in San Francisco a brief time but have some good memories.

The morning bereft of color
mist defying gravity
horizon an eerie miasma
begins slowly lifting
blue sky curtain unfurling

as I traverse down Highway 1
past multi colored stuccoes
towering green pines reveling
shot through with slivers
of brilliant sun rays yellow

dancing on a topaz colored hood
as I leisurely drive to work
in my four door sedan ride
past shell littered beaches
covered with gulls grey white

the waves of the seething ocean
craftily sewn seamlessly
midnight blues and pthalo green
topped with foamy white brew
a quilted blanket for the sea

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Sun Yellow

April 22, 2016April 22, 2016

ILLUSIVE WORDS

The words follow me like the words
from the lyrics of a Pied Piper song
amused that I can’t seem to pull
them from their hiding place long
in a Pandora’s poetry box of rhyme

They dance through my mind as notes
as the music keeps playing again
and again always laughing at my effort
to trap them still pearls of wisdom
formed by the ocean’s sand a vision

Perhaps if I remain very still
like a mime I always portray to be
the Pied Piper will stop playing
whilst the pearls break free of the sand
my words a wordsmiths’ render I will see

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Illusive Words

October 1, 2014

Sweet & Soft as The Wild Rose

the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft

touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced

to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage

a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath

it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance

Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself

March 5, 2014March 5, 2014

Unaltered Moments

precious unaltered moments
the symmetry of which
never wavers
even when out of focus
as images do
in the memory of ones’ mind

laughter repeating
over and over again
& you know
it is completing
the song
the dance

colors languish
a day never to repeat
as no two are the same
because you know
in your heart of hearts
in another time
you will meet

Image Taken From The Morgue File

No two memories are the same. No two are alike. The resemblance ends with the many different people who have them, even though they might have been in the same place at the same time. What do you see, when you see a specific color, a winding road, a waterfall? What brings to your mind the smell of food cooking, bread baking? We each store our memories in different ways and our senses bring them alive each day that we live. In this way we are never really alone.

September 22, 2013

Catching Particles

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splintered wood from
a lightning struck tree
catching particles
of afternoon sun

like reflections
of another self
transformed in
Alice’s looking-glass

catching particles
of colored prisms
the waterfall dances
over time’s precipice

& the dragonfly is seen
catching particles
of each ray of sun
season of summer done

August 26, 2013August 26, 2013

The Notes Embrace You

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i see you dancing
on the floor of the
pizza parlor
a smile playing
across your face

where every note
that is pumped
out of the theatre
pipe organ
embraces you

plys your feet
with rhythm
only you would know
caring not that
eyes are watching

i see you even though
you are gone now
a memory that
spilled out of
the letter you wrote

June 19, 2013June 19, 2013

Lavender & Whippoorwills

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nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

whose song bids me
follow the spirit
of you
entwined as we are
in consummate truth

i see you dancing
beneath the elm tree
with boughs your
dance partner
forever & free

as you slip transparent
from my view
the music plays softly
as it is never adieu

from the lemon bush
filtering meringue
soft dreams
to the orange orchard
citrus scenes

i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the dance…
taste of cinnamon cinders

nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

April 28, 2013

A Compass For Your Thoughts

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to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
steering clear of obstacles
careening intentionally
into elliptical forevers

stepping lightly past
moonlit nights kissed
by the fragrance of lilacs
spilling over from
sunlit days warm
as a breath of south wind

like peels of laughter
falling as rain driven
musical notes
cascading from
star dust covered bells

to bring back days on
beaches where the smell
of salt permeates the air
from briny ocean waters
to fall glistening
on your hair & skin

the smell of hot asphalt
beneath your feet as you
step lightly, a dance
of your own making
a revelry of heart and soul

to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
using a compass for
your thoughts
to guide you

on your journey of sojourning
& limitless imagination
testing the waters with your
inkwell muse….well,
what could be better
than that

http://dversepoets.com/category/trip-poems/

March 12, 2013March 12, 2013

My Need To Fly

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I have written this for dVerse a bit late and realize it won’t be posted there now as the link has expired but I was taken by Gretchen’s idea of music and wanted to put this out there in any case. Please listen to this song that has given me such pleasure to listen to and I hope you will see how it impacted my writing here. Thank You!
http://www.metrolyrics.com/who-i-was-born-to-be-video-susan-boyle.html

do you live in the shadows
as i have done so wanting
to please who would
guide but from

a distance above as
you walk a tightrope
i did many years for
i always hoped

acceptance would come
in palpable ways to
amaze me and show me
my path was not grey

ambivalence filled with
the need to sleep when a
well meant prayer struck
fear ‘my soul to keep’

where the days took me
on a journey of my
own making and never
would i be forsaking

my need to fly to the
heavens above to create
all that my heart dreamed
of for it is sad it came

when she left this earth
to finally release me to
soar unburdened as i
move ever forward

my muse now nurtures
the wordsmith that was
once all but broken
the letters form words

that spill forth in
treasure to give my soul
long-awaited pleasure
conjuring melodies

seldom heard a display of
fireworks in rainbow
colors i walk my path in
awe and it has occurred

that life is still here and
i have not missed it as
i dance with it now as
i live in the moment

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/interact/

January 20, 2013

Dance With Angels

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beside your photo she dances
a tiny figurine of a girl
she twirls ’round showing
how much she loves to dance
reminding me of you as
now you dance with angels

I was reminded that January 17th it is five years to the day that mom left but is really never gone. I love that she is yet another angel in my life.

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #17.