the dance

rapprochement

I love

I am alive

I love a beating heart 

I love moving sweaty body

I love pulsating lobes

Where thoughts lie

Where reason lies

Where this life’s purpose blooms

Where eye look out over expanses 

Dancing upon red shifted light over landscapes to and fro 

My dance 

My dance has always been wistful 

Like a bell jared poet, desperate 

Like an abandoned dogs howl, whelming

Like an arroyo rush down a black hole, hot

Like a spitting yellow stoned splash

Moving in mountains’ swirling clouds

Moving through corridors, channels and canals

Moving toes and fingers along rocky trails

Moving the motions of heroes scores

Moving a feather with only my nose

I skate

I find my self on a pond of ice cubes, where 

I scud with dull blades to find you

You who have been lost 

You who I keep on a kite

You who flew over all those days 

You who have helped me get through the toil of the pay

 I have found you my love, you who fell from your perch

 fell upon my feet whose toes say hello,  to our upper lobes

 let us dance, let us make music, let us dine on sweet aplomb.

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

The dance is a realistic one and chaotic as expected. To live fully is to dance recklessly and with abandon. You skate, swirl, splash and fly and I really like that. To find a love that partners you well is the icing on the cake!

[X]

Wow what a write! Full of exuberance and good cheer...it made me dance and around and thank God for this lovely New Day ---going to move mountains...have a day:)

[emmajoy]

' Moving in mountains’ swirling clouds .. Moving through corridors, channels and canals .. Moving toes and fingers along rocky trails .. Moving the motions of heroes scores .. Moving a feather with only my nose .. I skate'

There is the most utmost urgency and anticipation in your words, albee! Some of the phrasing is.. incredibly tense, full of almost but not quite subtlety, ' .. found you my love, you who fell from your perch .. fell upon my feet whose toes say hello, to our upper lobes .. let us dance, let us make music, let us dine on sweet aplomb.'

Definitely a poem on which to keep the heart ticking over a long Winter!

[albee]

I've revisited Whitman once again...inspired by "Song to Myself"... I'm making amends, rapprochement to my long time use to be...my young self...

[emmajoy]

If you have to walk into a shadow, enter the best.

[albee]

yes..those phrases are dense, urgent and clumsy...
Urgency...yes thank you..that is where it comes from...that is the word...my mind set to urgencies...must sit still to find...

[emmajoy]

you've misinterpreted what i said.. meant that you went into the best to find it..

[albee]

Urgency was my take away from your first post. I had to do a PS to my first response to your first response because of the urgency anxiety I carry since the storm came late last winter.

[albee]

This cafe is helping see some light.

[emmajoy]

relax... sit back and watch the clouds..

[albee]

California burning came in on our sea breeze, smokey fog no clouds, but a red full moon to watch 🙏

[albee]

I found some joy in writing this...therapeutic poetry is what I write...my pshcho-emotional cleansing.
this was a handshake to a long lost friend