Dancing

March 21, 2021March 21, 2021

Laughter and Dancing

They met still young before children arrived
with love in their hearts and stars in their eyes
a future unfurled beneath sunrises, sunsets
a world of youth left behind in their wake
with dreams or hopes that hid in the mist

of days that rolled out into months and years
enhanced with laughter and bittersweet tears
but he laughed and she danced to the music sweet
of life’s changing Seasons a tentative beat

times were a wash with hardship and longing
of dreams sought, built on sand always shifting
where the sun might shine bright in her eyes
she would dance, be young and he would sigh

once were parted, now a story of one more chance
he is laughing as he is watching her dance
& if you listen closely to the heavens above
are entwined in the sunset, both still in love
where eternity unfurls and the sun has risen

This poem dedicated to my dad who passed away March 13, 2021. A long life of laughter. He will be missed.

The Photo Taken is My Own of My Dad and I a Few Years Back.

July 30, 2017

A Capricious Magician

Unpredictable
in ‘nature’ is she
dropping hints
with sun rays
peaking out
between
clouds

apparitions held
as fading shadows
become
cloudy
mirrors

and the next moment
a downpour of
rain filling gutters
a deluge
down
drain
spouts

a disappearing act
slight of hand
the earth drying
cracks in
hardened
clay

a capricious magician
prone to laughter
a comic relief
dancing
across a stage
of her own
making

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/07/25/orange-fires-at-daybreak-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitally altered by myself.

Capricious

September 17, 2016

DANCING COLORS

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

chapeau

laughing chapeau
accompaniment
dancing colors

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

August 16, 2016

THE RAPSCALLION

He once had the stealth of youth
hiding in all manner of places
walking down a dark hall
might leave a trace swipe of claw

We had a difference of opinion
I felt it was my own domain
it was I who owned the turf
he glared at me with disdain

His yellow eyes and red brick nose
his white socked feet dancing
he drank with his paws
reclined royalty struck a pose

We did not ever become close
until he became frail and thin
I became his only caretaker
the rapscallion and I friends

Image My Own Photo of Kipling aka Kippy © Renee Espriu

Resized Kippy

May 13, 2012

She Never Told Me

she never told me
who she was
attaching herself
to me as calmly as a
shroud, a winding sheet

nudging me ever so
slightly like a shadow
ever-present even
after the sun
diminishes in the sky

she never told me why
her hair was short
whilst mine was
braided long with
ribbons twisted in
colored fashion

my body captured in
dresses and hers
a bit of shorts and
summer shirt bare
feet running past

my own in shiny black
leather reaching for
conformity, acceptance,
approval but sadness
overwhelming as i

looked back to see her
smile to beckon me
closer to not look
back at life come
lately heartless
without forgiveness

she never told me
who she was as i
took her hand in mine
holding tightly we
twirled dancing
free, cutting

loose the winding sheet
collecting our shadow
unto ourself as we
sped toward loving

who we had to become
she never told me
who she was
she did not have to
for she was me

January 21, 2012January 21, 2012

Freedom’s Muse

She remembers freedom
like a forest trail
following her
beckoning

tree branches tender
caressing
showing her
heart’s desire as
budding leaves
green but
not with envy

her muse following
not as a shadow
but as one
privy to life’s
secrets

wound ’round about
as vines clinging
to tree trunks
laden but with
no regrets

dancing on fallen
leaves
a gift of her
imagination

December 5, 2011December 5, 2011

Beautiful Feet

Hair silver strands of silk
sunlight dancing against her
face drawn but still youthful
few age lines caress her face
time tenderly holds as dear

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Eyes in the mirror remember
times youth was her friend
running alongside her as she
played the wind in her hair
train flying down the tracks

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Visions of newborn babies
light ’round her head with
cries of delightful chatter
growing into children who
quickly grew having their own

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Aging shows in her reflection
a body very slowly moving
her mind cradles the energy
youth once displayed now
disparaged by passing years

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

My mother aged gracefully, I felt, although her ill health made life very difficult but in the few years just prior to her death, she would mention now and again how her feet were still nice looking. Her own mother’s feet were knarled and unsightly due to arthritis so I believe it was important to her somehow that her own remained beautiful. She loved to dance so having feet still able to do so was important to her.