Hello Alisa... I just recently was thinking how wonderful it would be to travel and I thought sadly that by the time I am able to do it I'll be too old to dance ( at my age I guess it's natural to have these thoughts and worries). But then I read your poem and your words helped me to see things a bit differently. I hope I'm not getting too far off track... but, I am very thankful that your words brought to me reminders that it's never too late to dance. These are the thoughts your poem brought to mind for me wonderfully. :)
An interesting one. There's a longing here--a yearning for what once was?
The opening line throws me a bit because of its rhythm. That opening line is written in iambic heptameter, so it sets me up for a form poem (a classical ballad, for instance). Did you set out to write a different kind of poem and end up elsewhere (through your traveling)?
good piece of work i must say i love the start you stating the mind petitioning to be heard giving a platform too long denied speak then speak mind speak lol. good write as always keep writing fellow writer.
So nice to read your thoughts again. You have been on my mind lately. I trust all is well. Stay strong, you!!! Thank you for stopping by, I have missed you as well.
Hi Stranger...good to be here again and reading your words...I love this one...great opening line and I love the line about the stillness existing between seconds...beautiful. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I miss you.