Dance With Me – I Want To Be Your Partner

Image result for dancers paintingMy wife and I are taking dance lessons. While we are having quite a bit of fun, we are not dancers. Well, I’m not. I have the grace of a blind, intoxicated buffalo.

My inability to move gracefully has enabled me to better appreciate the poetry of movement, that grace that surrounds me in the wind: a leaf falling from its tree, a bird darting through a shadow, an errant piece of litter that takes wing as a butterfly. Movement, grace…there’s a poem. I’ll search for it tomorrow. It’s time for this dancer to sleep. Those lessons are wearing me out!! Good night.

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I’m Not Much of a Blogger

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…really, I’m not. I started this blog simply as a way to explore my imagination and share what I find. I’m so often lost in wonderful, fantastical worlds. When I return, I enjoy sharing what I discovered. Generally, the vehicle of said discovery is poetry. Hence, this poetry blog. Yet, as of late, having just topped the 1000 followers mark, now 1010, I hope to generate a bit more traffic.

Wish me luck as I step toward a scary, scary beast…technology.

Any ideas? Let me know. Thanks.

Read

This is how I hope to approach each book I read. I hope you do too.

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Read

The dragon
banished
to the old book
on the shelf
near the porcelain bell,

the red candles,
as tall as palace guards,
has singed the pages
to which it’s chained,
tainting the air

with smoke’s black spirits,
the heat rising from its heart.
There’s little else to do but,
with a cup of tea,
a sweet cake, and a soft chair,

part the volume’s covers
and set the noble beast free.

Revision – And the Moon Finds Its Perch with the Stars

I reread my last post and determined it needed something more, something was missing. HereI share a very simple revision.

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And the Moon Finds Its Perch with the Stars

There’s a moment
as your heart
slips and slows

enough to sleep,
just before your eyes shut

beneath night’s shadowed heft
when fairytales slink
over the backyard fence

to peer through
your bedroom window,

three giggling pigs,
a princess in glass slippers
a wolf with silver-white fangs,

each hoping you’ll remember
and play.

And the Moon Finds Its Perch with the Stars

And the Moon Finds Its Perch with the Stars

There’s a moment
as your heart
slips and slows

enough to sleep,
just before your eyes shut

beneath night’s shadowed heft
when fairytales slink
over the backyard fence

to peer through
your bedroom window,

three giggling pigs,
a princess in glass slippers
a wolf with silver-white fangs.

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Kinda Cool: Jekyll and Hyde

January 5, 1886 “Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson published by Longmans, Green & Co.

One of my favorites. If I’m correct, upon reading the novella, Stevenson’s wife was so disturbed by it, she tossed the manuscript in the fire. Stevenson then rewrote the classic in a matter of days. Masterpiece.