New Year’s Eve, great music, candlelight
I wore that sequined, midnight blue gown
form fitting, sheer lace bodice and sleeves
A little overindulgence with Captain Morgan
floating on a sea of pleasant abandonment
You were handsome in that dark blue suit
Sweet Man, you smelled criminally good
You held me close like you had long ago
we danced most of the cold night away
made love as if it was the very first time
Laughter, breakfast at dawn on the patio
I will treasure the memory of that night
If I had only known that much too soon
walkers and wheel chairs were waiting
and the future was deprived of dancing
If I had known it would be the last dance
we would have danced much more often
Awwww, why is it we can never see what is around the bend until it smacks us in the face when it is too late? We all need to grab life and ride the wave as if it were the last and never let go...
This poem is bittersweet for it so brings to mind that we have to treat every moment as if it were our last and yet...to know and enjoy that kind of love, I can't see a wheelchair stopping it
fee
time stamps out our lives in incessant increments we hardly even notice -- a second at a time -- until the minutes, hours, days and decades have flown away in an irretrievable flight of sunsets -- guard each moment and spend it wisely --"if I had only known that much too soon" -- here and now are all we really know -- whatever happened to forever? -- Belle you sent a lightning bolt of icy sentiment through me with this beauty -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Having read all the reviews, I feel a need to publish my reaction to this poignant reminder of my earlier non-dancing days. Never dreaming that one day I would be ensconced in a wheel chair, residing in an independent living establishment, I passed up many opportunities to dance the night away. I lost out on dancing, mainly because I was a guitar player in a Western band and was unable to dance and play music at the same time. What a dilemma! Looking back, after reading your treatise, I should have chosen DANCING, followed by a perfect union of our hearts and bodies with Eros. Aaah, the disastrous road I chose! Blessings, La Belle Rouge, Jim.
There is a lesson here, we should all heed. There is no slowing down time, but enjoying it enthusiastically during it's passing leaves much less room for regret.
So wistfully tragic. I am immediately reminded of the Donna Summer song. I'm sure this is a real event from your life. If not, forgive me, because it is too real for so many, including my parents–my father was a great dancer–made my mother jealous every time he danced with another woman. He is gone and she uses a walker.
It is also reminiscent for me. That time, long ago, when my twin brother invited my girlfriend, Jeanie, and I to a roadhouse where the band could play anything. The place was so crowded and I could hardly stand. A friend offered me a stool and was upset when I refused, not knowing that it would be very difficult for me to balance on the stool without falling off.
Jeanie requested, “Lady in Red,” and we tried to dance on a dance floor so crowded there wasn't room. She always held me up at times like this and made me look good, we often got the “clap,” when dancing alone in clubs. Somehow, while being in a perpetual fall, I danced better than I walked. As I recall, that was my last dance.
Jeanie keeps asking me to sign her up for “America's Got Talent.” She needs a video and is working on it. She still dances whenever she gets the chance. I do a bad wheelchair boogie.
This is radiant, what saves everything is the connection.
Beautiful writing and so tender and personal, slicing right through to the truth of love.
Blessings,
Christine
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
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Deborah
Be always safe,
Karen
~La Belle Rouge~
Stop and Listen to these words
of wisdom...we must, for a life
worth living!!!
Lady Vivian
fee
Tony
Loved this line, loved the poem, loved the sentiment and expression.
Real.
Regis
Nicely stated, thanks Belle, Dick
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Newfie Hugs, Rose
It is also reminiscent for me. That time, long ago, when my twin brother invited my girlfriend, Jeanie, and I to a roadhouse where the band could play anything. The place was so crowded and I could hardly stand. A friend offered me a stool and was upset when I refused, not knowing that it would be very difficult for me to balance on the stool without falling off.
Jeanie requested, “Lady in Red,” and we tried to dance on a dance floor so crowded there wasn't room. She always held me up at times like this and made me look good, we often got the “clap,” when dancing alone in clubs. Somehow, while being in a perpetual fall, I danced better than I walked. As I recall, that was my last dance.
Jeanie keeps asking me to sign her up for “America's Got Talent.” She needs a video and is working on it. She still dances whenever she gets the chance. I do a bad wheelchair boogie.
Ron
Beautiful writing and so tender and personal, slicing right through to the truth of love.
Blessings,
Christine
walkers and wheel chairs were waiting,"
Beautiful sentiments knowing it is the fate of us all.....
If we live long enough.
~W~