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Wedding
by D. James McKee
Dance with her
I thought:
what man could
match?
The floor between us - littered,
plastic arms, shattered shields:
mannequins of terracotta
warriors from another day,
another field
Dance with her
I thought:
while eyes that know,
scan, and weigh, and tabulate
The mind behind
the face turns,
drawing me beneath
sparkling-current-stream,
steam and ice alternate
Dance with her
I thought:
when moment gathers time,
two leap
Starting and stalling
on fumble-back chairs,
too late, legs catching feet:
alas, her space is vacant.
She is complete
07/23/2008 Author's Note: Inspired by that Muse of Pathetic, Bonnie J Adams, who (it seems) never dances at weddings...
Posted on 07/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 D. James McKee
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 07/25/08 at 01:47 AM Beautiful, hauntingly so. aloha ;-0 |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/31/08 at 09:25 PM The elusiveness of a moment and the thoughts that race while it passes...excellent. smh |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/03/08 at 03:38 PM That second stanza gives this a special down-through-the-ages kind of feel - others have gone this way before - that's my favorite, but the rest is charming, frustrating, alluring. And, of course, the last stanza is the clincher. Rats... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/05/08 at 06:22 PM Captivating response to the fire goddess' journal entry. |
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