Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, November 22, 2013

Intent, A Waltz


~for my muse~
 
 
 
 

 

back up for a moment

to the beginning of the song

the part where the metronome

started to tick

setting the pace and tone

announcing, instruments raised

signaling the need

to state intent

the intent was to waltz

in closed position

the gliding slide

clasped within embrace

where faces touch

designed to turn

to spin on an axis

around the whole of this space

gliding around the floor in the moment

the heat, the connection

a break from the minuet

and its small steps

the question of the formality

of the staunch and stated rules

was why noblemen slipped away

to servant’s balls

once considered

riotous and indecent

it was the expression

of two joined as one

the Hesitation waltz

where the is a pause

in the middle of movement

one step falls behind

the Scandinavian waltz

though fast or slow

but the rotating spin and twirl

never stops

the point is not whether

you know this piece of music

the question is only

did you come here to dance?

 

 

 

 

The vigorous peasant dancer, following an instinctive knowledge of the weight of fall, utilizes his surplus energy to press all his strength into the proper beat of the measure, thus intensifying his personal enjoyment in dancing".   Kunz Haas

 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

a poet's death


there is currently no poetry in my world

 empty pages beckons to me to speak

there is no time for me within my day

to stop, to breathe, to dream, to exhale

a lone soul, I came into this place

where beauty is vast and breathtaking

but life and its demands have nailed me

to the cross like some martyr to commerce

I have entered this land of strangers

where not an ounce of trust exists

and am not in a place

where I can protect myself

hyper aware, constantly in defense

of things that should not be taking up my time

no place to let down the upheld guard

no space to exhale my own need

last night I dreamt that my poet tattoo

simply rubbed off the surface of my skin

that is wasn’t truly etched into me

as the definition of who I know I am

the message is strong as I wake today

and am slammed back to reality’s bite

so in defiance I sit typing these words

when I know I ‘should’ be doing something else

I cannot let this environment

take over the content of my soul

I have to quiet the external screams

so that my voice

has room to be heard

she is quiet and timid until sure of herself

and I cultivate her growth

but if I let this world take the core of me

then she will die as well~