Wordz from Friendz IX

Happy Holidays to all! Thank you for all of your praise!

@shelliebeanie: "And keep writing like that and it Will Be. For sure. That poem was beautiful."
@zamees (me): "If i keep writing like that, then i hope you keep reading."
@shelliebeanie: "I will. . And I know you will keep writing like that. It is in you. You ARE a writer. Not just on your way to being one. You ARE."
@zamees (me): "You are sooo good to me. thank you. *hug* happy holidays, my dear!"


@karriespring said:

"This has been one of the most beautiful things I have read that you have written, Bob. It's perfect. I don't know how else to describe it. I haves new appreciation for poetry from reading your blog posts lately."

[Both comments refer to this poem, "Everything Dances."]

Everything Dances

Image by The Library of Virginia via Flickr

Before we danced around the room,
We danced in each other’s eyes
And saw our future.
Before our bare feet
Swept stoicism from the floor,
We wordlessly bared our souls
To witness.
A flower in her to hair
To match
The flower in my hair.
It was impossible to glance
Without upturned lips.
A wild abandon of color
Abolished tradition
For a celebration of the spirit.
We all danced—
Everything danced—
It was a moment in time.
Captured
As the last moment
We ever stood still,
And the first moment
We shared together—
Hands clasped
As one.

Before standing in front of all
We sat together en masse.
To each their story
No longer inside
A memory or a song
Poetic with serenade.
The sounds of I.
The sounds of You.
The night before we became
You and I.

When it was time
For your declaration,
A tiny part of you
Said, “I do,” too.
With a smile
Unfit to fit
A most bashful
But picturesque face.
The one that waited
As patiently as impatience could endure
Then led us by hand
To the candleless cake.
With one in my pocket,
For just such a occasion,
We shared a common wish,
And vowed to live its truth.

We cut the cake.
We cut the rug.
The future became the now.
And we danced—
Sock-footed, bare-footed, and alive—
For the rest of our lives.

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I went to bed after watching the tense, but beautiful Rachel Getting Married, and it was from bed that I saw a vision of the future that prompted this poem. Enjoy.

Wordz from Friendz VIII

MrWordsWorth said...

"I've been reading your work and it's an impressive canon."

[WOW! Thank you. And, to the rest of you, please read and follow this gentleman's poetry on his blog, wordsworthinc.blogspot.com]

12/22: Poetry Quickie...

Image by law_keven via Flickr

Death each sunset; life each rise.
Deliver my heart, in bed’s surprise.

Book #50: Into the Wild

Book #50: Into the Wild, by John Krakauer, 3/5 Stars

In a rare occurrence, I preferred the movie much, much more than the book. Of course, I was rocked right away when the beginning of it tells you of the end (after I'd told my Mom that the book was a close approximation of how I've felt life should be lived). However, the book is about more than this journey of a couple of years that Chris took, it is more about the calling that humans feel to be nomadic and exploratory. On this merit, and with kindred spirit, I enjoyed the reading... and will always continue on the path that I've chosen in this life. Good journey!

Currently reading:
Book #51 = "The Autumn People," a series of comic strips done many years ago by the talented Ray Bradbury.

Next:
Book #52 = MY BOOK... picked up the latest version from the printer today.

Click here to see Books 1-49.

12/20: Late Night Poetry w/ Zamees

Rain in my room
Flood of spring
The end of death
Yet with one last gasp
He quiets the storm
Promising to take
This ache
In exchange
For my breath.
And, when I close my eyes
The pact will be sealed