Monthly Archives: January 2017

Learning to be lifted (#314)

Learning to be lifted

Need to learn to be lifted
To give up the power of their body
To accept, briefly,
The battle between air and gravity
Before trusting their inevitable fall will be eased
By another’s hands

Most dancers learn this gradually
Spins on the ground first
Then small leaps, very controlled
But eventually they need to grow
To become Baby launching into Johnny’s hands
And submit to faith

Other dancers seem to be born natural
They have grace in their leaps, clear lines
When they fly their form never wavers
And their eyes keep focusing on the sky
They have dignity in their being lifted

I have always envied them

I am trying to learn
Learn to be lifted
Look, God,
I’m leaping

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Posted by on January 26, 2017 in new poetry


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An argument between friends (#313)

My hands are traitors to my feet
My feet want to be moving
–here to there–
–purpose to objective–
My hands want to grasp things
–to hold on–
–to slow me down–
My days are an argument between the two

My feet try to move out of the way
Avoid puddles
Don’t trip
Keep me standing
They know their job

My hands try to catch things
Raindrops and frisbees
More to have
More to give
My hands like the air
My feet are annoyed

But on some days
At some hours
My feet do dance
Circles and taps
Not moving to get somewhere
Just loving the ground
Sharing the joys with my hips
And my shoulders
And even happily with my hands

And on some days
At some hours
My hands do let go
Empty themselves
They understand mortality
And loneliness
And find solace in prayer

My feet allow them
Their sadness and peace

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Posted by on January 23, 2017 in new poetry, Uncategorized


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