fast walking street dancing
feet burning black tar streets
irish protest songs older then
ground echoes calling
concrete in vibration
time caught within
black metal clock face
a child girl
fingers trace its turning rhyme
spray paint murals
call shadow stains
across her path
mirrors deep
her smile blows as sand
across a warm wind beach
a child girl
in a race with her
long hair dreaming
street dancing parents
walking free
where a girl child would see
I've always loved street dancing… A bit hard on the shoes. And if it's going barefoot on hot asphalt, that creates a new kind of dance that is hard to set a melody to because it is so frantic. ;-)
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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