Dance Separation Poems

Connie.....
the aunt of many words,
of wisdom,
last night i saw you
in a corner of 
the living room,
just a small 
silvery sliver
of light,
a ten second dance
of a...

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In the quiet aftermath, fairytale's close,
A widow now, where love once arose.
Memories dance of love's early spark,
Newlyweds' dreams, adventures in the dark.

Shopping escapades, where no...

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It was only after
She left him
That his dreams
Began to dance
With reality.
...

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In the corridors of time, our love took its flight,
A dance that faded but left echoes in the night.
I still love you, that truth stands...

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A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed in hallowed ground.

When vows were spoken, love's embrace,
Within the...

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glanced at one last rose in my garden!           
      ...

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Transfixed he mesmerized her with his Vampiric gaze. 
Enthralled and spellbound she groveled forthright from her slough. 
Only to find it was no man this...

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This only moment
 
Moving, forward nudged

By gentle breeze,

Leaving leaves 

So green to spin about;

Give our eyes to trees,

Swinging shallow. 

Each a gate 

Opening to the...

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Separation.
Alone..
Only one..
A lightning bolt of loneliness strikes..
Fast and furious..
Spewing unwanted feelings..
A terrain of anxiety..
Baggage of emotions..
Locked inside a bottle..
Entrapment of the soul..
Desperately seeking to feed...

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Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue 
by William Dunbar [1460-1525]
translation by Michael R. Burch

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest in bounty and...

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Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, don't grief.
Leave it all to me.
Don't cry.
You went away,
 Far from me, chasing that dream of yours.
Left me all alone...

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Dorrie Ann left Herman again.
It happens on a cyclical schedule.
October, January, April and July.
A quad-yearly thing.
We cousins take her in.
Knowing in a day or two...

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Like million waves of melancholic music,
Surpassing the consciousness,
Like a Traumatizing muse.
Consistent chaotic translucent perceptions,
An age of wandering afoot with deceptions.
They walk amidst a synchronized loop,
Creating...

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