Linda Alice Fowler Poet Rhyme

Old Smoothies

No seeds, spinach or carrots around;
no greens, or reds, or oranges found.
Only the smooth sliding elegance
of twosome as one in skating dance.

"Sequined Septuagenarians"
much smoother than fresh-ironed linens.
Golden, gliding glances so well-known,
minute, mellow movements, subtly shown.

A bittersweet moment hangs midair
as dazzling Old Smoothies sway with flair.
Both smoothies are good parcel and part,
but Old Smoothies give rise to the heart.

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I Am Anaya May 6, 2024 at 12:13 PM Beautiful music and sonnet tribute to skaters and the song. My partner says he died early from Leukemia sad, and he was an unknown when he spotted Arlo Gutherie (I love Arlo) at a bar, asked if he could play for him, Arlo replied "buy me a beer & I'll listen. The song was "City Of New Orleans & the rest is History! Graceful and nostalgic,for sure, my dear Alice. (My mother took us to the Ice rink to skate at the May Co. Mall) haha. Linda Alice Fowler May 7, 2024 at 11:54 AM Your partner is correct. I believe he was 34-36 when he died, leaving wife and three daughters. I believe one of the daughters released an album with some of his songs. And, yes, Arlo said he'd listen until his beer was gone. LOL I love to skate, ice or roller depends on the blades. :)

Duke Beaufort May 5, 2024 at 8:42 AM Linda, thanks for this poem and for posting the song. Both are beautiful in sentiment and a great tribute to people living life with a bit of grace. Linda Alice Fowler May 5, 2024 at 9:06 AM You are welcome Duke. Yes, grace, gracefulness, graciousness all still exist. We seldom hear the "good" stuff, but we can still witness it, see it, be it. Thank you for visiting today! :)

Gershon Wolf May 4, 2024 at 8:45 PM Gosh, LAF, this takes me way back to my teen years in Chicago. Steve Goodman was a mini-sensation among the 'Old Town' (i.e., folk, camp, ex-beatnik) crowd. I could never figure out, though, how a 'nice urban-suburban Jewish boy' like Steve sang with such a Midwestern (Indiana-Kentucky) twang! Cheers, Gershon Linda Alice Fowler May 5, 2024 at 7:55 AM LOL I know. He wrote many songs sung by other than himself as well. He made quite an impact in his tragically short life. Apt words: "From the cradle to the crypt, Is a mighty short trip. So you better get it while you can."...in his posthumously released album. I'm always happy to have you visit! laf :)

Daniel Turner May 2, 2024 at 5:44 PM It's a great ego boost when you know your dance card is always full:) A sweeet write Alice. Thought Id drop in. Glad I did. Hope you and yours are well. Linda Alice Fowler May 2, 2024 at 5:48 PM Greetings dear Daniel. I am pleased and warmed by your visit. Long time no see. All good in ET. Hope the same for you. Drop in any time. Alice :)

Jerry Brotherton May 2, 2024 at 3:53 PM My wife knows if we're going to dance, it will just be standing in the middle of the floor swaying back and forth. Linda Alice Fowler May 2, 2024 at 4:51 PM LOL Jerry. Our bodies may not move like they once did. :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers April 30, 2024 at 8:10 AM Dear Linda, you wonderfully celebrate the timeless beauty and grace found in the dance of aging souls. It's the enduring power of love and connection, transcending age and filling the heart with warmth and nostalgia. - Loved It! - Blessings, Daniel Linda Alice Fowler April 30, 2024 at 8:15 AM Thank you for these kind words Daniel. I appreciate your visit and thoughtfulness. :)

Abdullah Alhemaidy April 29, 2024 at 3:09 PM Very smooth enjoyed read! Linda Alice Fowler April 29, 2024 at 5:29 PM Thank you dear friend. YF :)