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Lucy Millett Poem
**Please note this is also posted in my journal page at www.diddlyi.com.**
It's not finished, but what do you think of my parody of Ke$ha's "Tik Tok"?
I wake up in the mornin' feelin' like M. Flatley
Put my ghillies on, I'm out the door, I'm tired but slap-happy
Before I leave, check my list full of items to pack
'cause it'll be a long, long time before I'm comin' back.
I'm talkin' blisters on all my toes, toes,
at least three changes of clothes, clothes,
no reception on our phones, phones,
tortured by our least favorite CDs,
looking forward to late-night parties
while the adults get a little tipsy.
Clik rok treble hop Craobh Grad hardshoes on the floor
Tonight just might get that single jig right
Clik rok treble hop but the feisin' don't stop no
Copyright © Lucy Millett | Year Posted 2011
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Lucy Millett Poem
A friend told me that we all see the same pale moon at night,
and that thought struck me as comforting and rang so simply true.
But late one autumn night I cursed the luminescent orb,
because it guaranteed what I already knew:
for me there'd be no peaceful slumber on this weary night,
with this all-consuming headache come to stay.
Would it, I asked, keep hammering industriously on
as wakeful dawn turned into harried day?
I fixed my eyes upon the moon with burning beams so bright
as concentration fled my painful mind.
Squinting, I could see not all those rays were shining white,
but glowing colors of all different kinds.
It was dumb to be awake at such an unattended hour,
but for me sleep rarely came without a fight.
Perhaps, I mused, I'm lucky, for how else could I have seen
the fascinating rainbow in the middle of the night?
Copyright © Lucy Millett | Year Posted 2011
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Lucy Millett Poem
** Please note this is also posted on my blog, www.treblereeler.blogspot.com as well as on www.diddlyi.com.**
Watching a friend take center stage
is satisfying.
It's fun to watch the crowd's reaction
to her seamless rhythm, graceful leaps
and inimitable energy
(the energy tapped from who knows where...
I know where.
It's the magical well all performers find within,
the one that lets them dance
the fourteenth show of the day
with as much poise, presence and charisma
as the first.)
It's almost as good as taking the spotlight yourself...
almost.
Copyright © Lucy Millett | Year Posted 2011
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