Half Steps

 

Dancing alone, to and fro, between the notes

I find your name spelled out in intervals.

Swaying to the ballad of my bewildered soul,

half steps guide my feet,

lightly tapping the floor;

highs and lows balance consecutive beats,

directing the lyrical drummer of my weary heart.

 

Augmented melody plays a major role,

repeatedly performing through life;

minor notes anticipated.   

Tunes diminish; 

taking a bow in an empty auditorium,  

lonely is my curtain call.

 

Backstage octaves resume,

singing in shadowed spaces;

tugging flat feet toward its seductive melody, 

inverted steps no longer dance on a chromatic scale 

but sharply ascend into wholeness,

where I find you.

 

Author's Note

Prose -- in progress :) This will likely be repeatedly edited. Ideas and opinions welcomed. Thanks.

Reviews

[PENS FOR PEACE /TJ CALI..]

You're poetry is pure music to one's heart!
It is truly beautiful and very brilliant to say the least!
One's sense of your loneiness in this terrific poem is so sad, but through your despair one finds hope in the end that you will find what you are searching for in this life and that you will find true happiness in your lifetime!
A very well thought and brillantly done poem again well written from within your soul!
Bravo! Like always, very well artisticly done and I loved it!
Good things always come to those who patiently wait in life and it will for you my dear!
Keep making this world a more beautiful place with your marvelous poetry!
Keep writing from deep within your soul for the good of all souls!
Always,
TIM

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

A dance with yourself. Best company of all. Very well written Dani as always.

[Ryn Bailey]

I think this is a very awe-inspiring piece. I love how you used the music analogy (and quite correctly I might add.) Being a musical person, I was attracted to this immediately.

[Michael X]

Prose in progress... interesting.. interesting, if you said it was finished,
I don't think I would've known the difference, you've a magnificent way with intent.
combining metaphorical sight and your knack for artistry, this is beautifully
charged and delivers a sense of heartbreak and longing in painted prose. Stunning.

[Aspiring Angel]

Hi Dani,

It seems I seldom get to come to your beautiful prose and that is what this is. Edit it to the point that you see what you want to see before you but it is quite wonderful as it stands now. I have read all of our other poetic friends just below me and I could take a line from each one to place here as my thoughts as well. Each have given you one overall sentiment and reaction to your words ... Beautifully written ... emotionally strong ....

Great work as always sweetie.

Hugs,
Lesa

[Wicahpi]

lovely..

[Amanda]

a beautiful and sad write...the search for what your heart and soul needs and wants to be will come to an end soon, my dear. this captures the heart with the flow and the imagery.

Tugging flat feet toward its seductive melody,
inverted steps no longer dance on a chromatic scale
but sharply ascend into wholeness,
where I find you.

what will be, will be, my friend...you color the world with your poetry. wonderfully done :)

Amanda xox

[Ocean Orchid]

Dancing alone, to and fro, between the notes
I find your name spelled out in intervals.
Swaying to the balled of my bewildered soul,
half steps guide my feet,
lightly tapping the floor;
highs and lows balance consecutive beats,
directing the lyrical drummer of this weary heart.

--- What a wonderful imagery ..... u hv created here with a spontaneous flow of word tapestry with the touch of musical metaphor... simply great .

[TamiViolet]

Half steps lead to wholeness perhaps? Really enjoy the metaphors woven into the piece, Dani, full of intrigue and mystery in regard to the who? when? why?

This line catches my attention :

I find your name spelled out in intervals.

Something's there; it seemingly begins to fade; then, it's resumes, yes?

The last stanza is absolutely superb :

Inverted steps no longer dance to a chromatic scale,
but sharply ascend into wholeness,
where I find you.

The narrator continues the dance and discovers all that makes he /she whole which is
undoubtedly love...

I find seductive mystery in your work, a quality which is quite appealing; I'm sure to many of your readers.

Exquisite read.
xxx

[Gandré]

Nice idea, wholeness is everything. I loved the last stanza. Thanks for your contribution to the chicken-crossing-the-road-question, your answer has been posted within the piece. Be well, L.G.