I danced on the sand
hot granules of white
warming the soles
of callused feet
I danced on the stones
of the cobbled square
the grooves worn smooth
the stones shiny with age
I danced in the mountains
spinning round jagged peaks
and rock-broken skies
dreaming in heat
I danced in the nave
whitewashed and arched
hearing the music not played
singing the hymns not written
never stopping
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Painting: The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano (Scottish).
16 comments:
That's great, Glynn, but just remember your back...
you sure now how to make words dance. King David would be proud of you.
I enjoyed this. It fits your book!
Very nice. I can see it all through your poem.
Lovely words...I can dance all night ~
I enjoyed it too -- and yes, it does fit your book... though as Jofindia said... watch your back! :)
Glynn- This is so beautiful it dances. I especially like the dance in the nave.
Music not played and hymns not written. That is very cool.
dude, lovely piece....agree with sheila on the lines i really like...that picture is one of my all time faves...a print of it is in my living room...and there is one under the moon in white that is in the dining area....
loved how the poem mounted...nice
A rhythmic, graceful dance of words, Glynn. The contrasts are sharp, yet the message and mood remains smooth, even exhilarated.
wonderfully done, just really like the thought of the music not played. great verse.
Enjoying the dance you share with us.
Oh but the poem is music itself, Professor Higgins. I am humming "I could have danced all night" from My Fair Lady, one of my favorite musicals. Wonderful poem with layers of meaning.
Feeling it under my feet. :) Really joyous to read.
-Ravenblack
http://theotherdayplace.blogspot.com
I really, really liked this. :)
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