Lost Dance Poems

I used to be able to dance and sing
Seventy-one has a different ring
My ankles are screaming in pain right now
Teeth are cracked and broken, cannot...

Read More

Autumn gone, now winter frost,
Reflections return, times long lost.
Words, pictures plucked from air, 
Those I know are always there.

Sixty years ago and more,
When life and...

Read More

Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place

I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and...

Read More

 Let’s do the tango upon the dance floor
Wear the slinky dress that you wore before
Dance with me darling beneath the spotlight
Lost in rhythmical music...

Read More

Some times when problems abound
and your approval ratings keep going way down.
Reporters nipping at your heels like hungry hounds,
questioning your judgement, if your still mentally...

Read More

SENSE PLEASURE 

Red honeyed apples
        autumn leaves dewed 
         ...

Read More

Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

Read More

Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight
Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in...

Read More

Through midnight of thoughts, where silences dance,
Confessing love is like the whisper of a lost comet,
In the web of my fate, only a stray star...

Read More

We may need a rest left here
right now
said the Muse
to his Warrior
and her Sage.

In compliant spirit,
Sage feels a rest not
not significant
in music's octaved stories
of wealthy
deep...

Read More

Without a shadow's kiss, 
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace, 
 ...

Read More

Summon your demons, devils, and wraiths,
visit moments of hurt and loss.
Replay what might have been, wrestle with regrets,
Do “if only” scenes haunt your past?

I follow...

Read More

As I read poetry,  
I love reading the amazing words.  
When breathing in,  
each word comes alive.  
When breathing out, ...

Read More

Life is a song,
incomplete, yet soothing—
lullabies lulling the world to sleep
with its balladic lilt, gently swaying 
to the depths of its nomadic 
syncopation.

Where I can...

Read More

As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,  
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.  
As I did...

Read More