Born in the 70's, a teen through the 80's: dances, posters, concerts and parties rule but many many years wage on like war and then it's a hip happenin' 80's dance party so I danced like I was a teen again but alas, my body loses the battle and I wonder if this new land… Continue reading Don’t Dance
Tag: Poetry
Don’t Dance
Independence Day
Barbeques, fireworks parades, star spangles, contests freedom won at cost.
Veggies
Conference go-ers steal all the vegetables I lack vitamins.
Father of my Child
Oh! Viking man of my heart, how do I love you so hard still, after all of these years? Frustrations, separations, adventures and complications have all participated in a marriage grown stronger as our bodies grow weaker. I feel like Shakespeare who penned, “I would not wish anyone but you…” or like Solomon who sang… Continue reading Father of my Child
A Sensory Explosion
Strange odors drift under my nose fruity, salty, spicy, greasy - creating both yearning and revulsion. Cacophonous noise echoes around me friends laugh, babies cry, grandma yells shall I focus on them, or plug my ears? Toddler bounces on my bench, football player stamps the floor, my table, drink and pen shake. Star-spangled shorts, ribbon-ed… Continue reading A Sensory Explosion
Bookstore
Colors, shapes, pictures line wooden shelves. Not enough chairs for paying customers, kick out the loiterer and take his chair. Is it my fault, just because I bought a coffee? Picture cc0 by Pixabay
Word
Power utter power express sorrow express joy cause sorrow cause joy utter power- use wisely.
Ode to a Rose
Crimson velvet petals drift slowly to the floor, as words fall from a creator's mind. Green shards - once leaves - depart off a thorny stem, like a writer's empty hole dries up, left bereft.
Dawn Marie Paul 