DANCING BLIND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR
Bare footed on old linoleum floor
Tapestry music engage my ears (I hear the distance)
I see not but I’m placement mid-center
Of a space placed vivid vibrations flairs (I feel the emptiness)
I slowly spin around, I move to the music
Even in the darkness I’ve rhythm (I smell the panoramic)
My naked feet hear and feels the beat sweet
I can see n mine spirit I dance with the light
(I taste the air, I’ve inhaled, I sense the people stare) {I DANCE}
As my naked feet, legs, tortoise whole body sprite
moves as lighting-bugs in the night
Centered in movement dance steps bright
ViBrAtiOnS feels my steps are not sight
Dancing Without Sight
9/16/26
For Dancing Blind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
2026©
the unenacted mental dialogue
of just surveying the scene
we can
trace
the
lines
of where nowhere goes
uninterrupted
but for the private tangents
in my head -
I may share the cheap wine
ask to be guided
in how to use the tools
or just inhale what I see
taking the raised temperature of the room
away with me to ponder
I'm so glad I paid you for your time
as I didn't want to get my hands dirty
but I do like witnessing
the tricks of the trade.
Inspired by The Floor Planers painted by Gustave Caillebotte
Gracile
thin cold air dances where Madiba sits on the jail floor and hope smiles through broken glass
Looking at floor plans what to do
dream of building house brand new
Single story now best for me
two bathrooms, bedrooms three
Master suite with nice en suite
large walk-in closet would be neat
Kitchen with window above sink
walk-in pantry nice I think
Living in tornado alley storm shelter to
big living room, a study with walls of blue
Want a utility room tired of laundry in kitchen
Screen in front porch a must to mention
Like a patio with grill for cooking outdoors
not a swimming pool but green house for sure
Dinning room with table big enough for eight
detach garage with the house is it's mate
Want central heating and air
back up window unit stored as spare
Good storage and a dog room please
dog shower and groom station for ease
Fenced in yard with fence high
big dogs jump think one flies
Floor plans are fun to explore and find
got to win lottery to build dream house of mine.
Dad said I was a moving,
my feet and body was a grooving.
At three in dance school.
moves that were very cool.
Dance in my body and soul,
a gypsy dance or rock-n- roll.
My feet,
dance floor they will eat.
If you open your oval eyes, You will see nature scenes,guys, Light will come onto your home's floor , If you open the closed door, You will see the beautiful rainbow, If you open the wide window , If you open the door of the mind , Memories will come from behind, Everything will become smart, If you open your gentle heart.
Today, I took a deep, sweet holiday to rest,
To listen to the silence inside my own chest.
A single glass of wine, all by myself,
And sweet, spicy rice cakes from the kitchen shelf.
The moment I take a bite so sweet,
The ceiling starts shaking with heavy, dancing feet.
Ah, the neighbor above must be possessed today,
Dancin' like a witch, chasing spirits away.
"Surely, this wild dance will soon be done,"
But the thunderous beating has only just begun.
It strikes my poor heart, so loud and so near,
And the taste of my wine and rice cakes disappear.
Without even knowing, in the middle of the deep,
With drool on my cheek, I drifted fast asleep.
a danger for all
when wet it's like an ice rink
waiting for a crash
I finished writing in my head
And reached to type it, but alas
I dropped the text, and it fell dead
Just crashed to pieces, like a vase
Words on the floor at random order
Glint in the sunny afternoon
I wrote them narrow, they get broader
And jumped away, to die too soon
Words quickly rot, but some look fresh
Like fruits in autumnal decline
Few nouns shine, like burning flesh
Verbs ill-begotten, spilled like wine
Visceral fear I tied with hope
What was the purpose, can’t recall
Hopes rolled like pebbles down the slope
And fears ended with great fall
Words on the floor, farewell, my dears
I need to clean the room today
Brush off the trash of hopes and fears
They weren’t needed anyway.
_Scene: Kitchen, hunger and blame_
Wood creaked under his weight.
Lid lifted.
Nothing.
Disappointed as if unexpected.
"Your days are numbered," he snarled like a gorilla,
And threw metal to the floor.
The sound ate the small room,
While he had nothing for his own belly.
"Should I inform you when I've eaten?"
"Yes," she said.
He called her lazy.
She called it truth.
Silence settled like sleet.
Two people - one sober, one drunk.
Two people - one pot, zero food.
Beneath my feet, dust writes what memory cannot say,
Every fallen thing is time refusing to walk away.
upon my waking
rays of light through window
fall and spread
upon worn carpet
scattered papers
wait to be picked up
stories told
boxes stacked in corner
memories of a past life
the restless housecat
wandering through a jungle
I live another day
wandering through a jungle
the restless housecat
memoires of a past life
boxes stacked in a corner
stories told
wait to be picked up
scattered papers
upon worn carpet
fall and spread
rays of light through window
upon my waking
In every corner of my floor and everywhere are toys,
the floor is littered- even with some that make noise.
There is a huge floor scratcher shaped like a boat,
and dangly things that I must for kitty daily float.
There is a tall scratch post that is very tattered,
'cause kitty is determined that it must be battered.
There are blankets thrown out of her soft fluffy bed,
and it seems her squeaky mouse have also fled.
There are catnip pouch shapes for endless fun,
and kitty will run with them till she is tired- done.
But, I do not mind the clutter and stuff on my floor,
'cause each day kitty and me bond more and more.
The statesman speaks of solid ground,
With golden words and noble sound.
But note the floor on which he stands:
It's made of glass and shifting sands.
One honest puff, one tiny stone,
And down will crash the heavy throne.
The glass never belonged
Where it found itself,
Lying in pieces, wronged
A mile below the shelf
Not knowing how it got there
Needing help getting up,
Too far to reach there ...
The handle of another cup
To a corner was cast aside
Among the cobwebs and dust,
It had so swiftly glide ...
The rest of the glass did bust
Shards in the shadows laid
Year after year unrepaired,
If only the glass had stayed
Upon a shelf where someone cared.
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