She Only Dances

For RMS.

Deftly, her footsteps take her

From her small apartment

Into the marketplace

Dodging bodies

But not smiles

Nor greetings.

She doesn't walk.

She only dances.

 

Back home she has seen

More tragedy in life

More loving hope

More enchanting wonder

More sensual touches

Than any TV show.

She doesn't watch.

She only dances.

 

Others have pushed her

And beat her

And held her down

And tortured her

And tried to ruin her.

They are afraid and
Want her only to walk.

She only dances.

 

When I found her

I wanted to know the steps

And she took my hand

And moved me

And led me

I refused at first, afraid

Until I saw:

She only dances.

 

There are many who trudge

With the pains

Of life’s ills

And rue their burden,

Who scuff their shoes

Who shuffle and

Drag their feet through life.

She only dances.

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

OH soooo very lovely!! I know you are right, she does only dance!!!
Reading this was like a dance, so fluid, and softly moving (very much like the english country dancing i go to once a month) or thats what i felt in my head as the words played across the page.

Wonderful!!!

[Joshua]

Amazing. This poem is truly a dance. I like the way that the words flow, with the short lines and the words you chose to use. Very good work.

[Eclipsing Moon]

really lovely sentiments Chris....to be able to go thru all of life and only respond by ...DANCING...loving person

[Ladysue]

this is such a fantastic write...it flows with remarkable strength and it enlightens...loved the ending verse too...stunning work..

When I found her
I wanted to know the steps
And she took my hand
And moved me
And led me

[...]

'She' is the beauty in life. Your words are as graceful as a dance. Wonder-fully written.

[Emily Rae]

I adore this poem. It made me think about all the people in my life who have developed grace through adversity.

[Marie Anzalone]

A long time ago, I reviewed a poem you wrote for your wife, and commented how lucky she was to have someone in her life who saw only the best in her. For marriage is a tough thing, and partners tend to forget the reasons they got together in the first place. From a distance, as a friend, I watched that marriage disintegrate, mostly due to a one-sided willingness to grow. It makes my heart glad to know you have someone again in your life about whom you can write so beautifully again, who you can place on pedestals. I imagine it is both comforting and alarming for the lucky gal. You weave a beautiful story in this poem, seen through the eyes of someone who truly loves. Thank you for sharing this meditation of your heart.

[Emma Joy]

How beautiful .. and i think I know the one who dances, could only be her.

The repeated last line of each stanza is like a repeated prayer for her, for her being in your life, in any life. Tis love here, absolutely.