Too step

I jumped on the bandwagon

while they were taking a break

playing nothing -

which has become our song

 

Eating Apple Jacks and flipping cards,

laughing in three part harmony,

never once noticing

I had taken their stage

 

So I danced to the silence

in front of a crowd of well wishers

who applauded, having no idea

I can’t dance at all - without you

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, splendid metaphor. "Playing nothing which has become our song." That poignant line says so much. When the music stops, where are we without a partner? The stage is empty and so is the heart. Excellent work here. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Lydi for your nice words today.

[Matching Socks]

My dear friend Will...
I'd like to see a little girl in this story, handing the sad man a bouquet of balloons.
I like your poem.

:)(:

[willweb]

Thank you so much Ance, really I always enjoy when I see that you have reviewed my poetry. You don't happen to have any balloons, do you?

[Matching Socks]

I have a red one I think, it floated away in a poem as I recall. Perhaps this is where it landed. :)

[willweb]

I'll look for it when the band comes back on. I hope so.

[MsJewel]

I can feel the longing in this sad little gem Will.
I jumped on the bandwagon
while they were taking a break
playing nothing -
which has become our song

Have I told you I think you are brilliant? I do!

:) Julie

[willweb]

Julie, what a compliment coming from a fantastic poetess as yourself. Your poetry always makes me feel good and this review does that and more. Thank you again.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Another sad pen Will.You are a true wordsmith that touches me everytime :)

[willweb]

Vidya, thank you so very much for your nice words today. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[J. K. Beach]

Such a sad longing through out this piece. Your words pace the floor in a steady slow step. The middle stanza somehow reminds me of the Statler Brother's song, 'Flowers on the Wall'...

Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do

Anyway, This is a strangely sad, but well penned collection of words. Great job!

[willweb]

Thanks so very much J.K. for your nice review of my poem. I am not familiar with that song, but will find it and listen. I am happy you enjoyed this one.