Sometimes
Sometimes
Because the words are marshaling
Vibrating in the wings
Lining up for Highland Fling
Or statelier Gavotte
Raising their arms and pointing their toes
Feeling the rhythm, ready to go
To carry the surge and the joy and the dance
Will of their own and on to the page
Galloping now, what beautiful sight
On to the page with never a slip
Will of their own and given their head
Dancing together in reels round about
Creating the patterns the meaning the form
All to the beat of celestial drums
Out of the air and on to the page
Tumbling and sparkling heady with life
Taking a bow, glowing and proud
Sweet poetry's here, delivered entire
July 4th 2009 Brighton
Love it, love it, love it!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Pam, still my faithful follower! It really did just come to me like this which had never happened before and I had to be quick to get it down even though it was already well past my bedtime. I thought you would like it with your love of the circle dancing and drumming. Lots of love xx
ReplyDeleteI think it's wonderful that you have something as special as your poetry. It's a while since I felt passionate about anything creative but once I have more time who knows!
ReplyDeleteYou are right to say that, Pam, once you have time you will do something. Remember how much you got from that day with Susan. I am beginning to wonder if I could do a little poetry workshop to get people going on their own... Though I'd need to be clearer about what set me off, as it does seem just a magic thing that has come to me in a way. Would love to pass it on to others to encourage them to just make a start as it is such a delight. You'd be an ideal candidate Pam. How about a Magic Box poem to start off?.....
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant idea Sally. I do find it hard to find the words I need sometimes so I'd be quite a challenge! Did you know Gwyn is keen to take up creative writing?
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