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You Used to like to Dance

by June Labyzon

"You used to like to dance naked in the rain,"
he says, his smirk crackles through the
airwaves.
I am at a loss for a smart reply.
I stand still, precluded by the silences
that rattle doors and windows
saying everything.
My dumb struck tongue licks away the
milky white whiskers on my upper lip
numbed by the pure pleasure.
Ten years of gusty silences
blown in the winds of my imagination,
attenuated by time.

There isn't anything left to say
The universe lies dormant with useless phrases
Everything I used to say
fell on his ears like a poem,
He lavished in the surround sound.
Now he parries my words,
eschews the intimacy.

I languish in this
small metropolis where I now reside
growing faint and listless
passions lying dormant.
bundled in argyle and thermals,
feet struck still in snow boots.
It's a sabbatical of sorts.
It appears
that there will be no cessation
to the frigid weather.
So far away...
so far away,
from where the dancing started!

11/05/2014

Posted on 11/05/2014
Copyright © 2024 June Labyzon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/08/14 at 02:01 PM

A flashback to Woodstock? Fascinating capture of ageing, and how we stop doing certain things as we get older.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/09/14 at 01:25 PM

is it necessary to say that remedy for such tedium is to return to one's roots? a great Metropolis awaits. come back Little Junie. if only to join a fellow bard in a cup o' joe.

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