Tag: Dance
The Lives We Lead
I turned a corner the other day, received some applause.
Remember imagining there was not anything in our way
when now we give in to our ideals, this harmonic pause
we could only stand alone remembering, day after day.
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There was a dance floor in town where everybody showed
their moves, their needs, their wants, their satisfying eyes
it was there on Saturday nights when everybody glowed
yet there we were dancing, quieting our fear in disguise.
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When did we become what our parents all might dream
that someday our hearts would carry a soul in our hands
When did we become what our parents all might dream
For it is always true we live out the memory love demands
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It is hard to trace the steps, the Jitterbug we all remember
an onset of adult life motions, we created dance together.
© Thom Amundsen 8/2021
To Find My Soul
Often as the wind might change direction
so does my heart begin its own journey
to find my soul, to search for absolution
from the scariest parts of my, my disarray.
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Oh to know the beast of my own conclusive
nature toward wanting only a defeated psyche.
One could easily describe such is my missive
designed to incorporate my own quiet psyche.
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It is that machine he spoke of once in a movie
we all move the same because it is what we are
told ought be our direction without any scrutiny
on motive alone, designed to have gone too far.
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I watched you dance one evening without any step
just a casual saunter around your own countertop.
Remember later when we remarked upon feeling kept
alive, sweet serenade the shuffle of fantasy in a mop.
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Yes, we are as common as the world might ever allow,
no special guidelines, only kindness in a compassionate
surround of affectionate desire and sensuality and how.
We did begin a wonderful journey together a silent state.
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So now in the public eye seems some loss of what might enhance
the beauty of two lovers who once in awhile chose to take a chance.
© Thom Amundsen 8/2021
-for kk
Woman Is Wisdom
For is it woman who might fly
if not his grasp
slipping
beyond her own swift
reckoning
is it man rude in permanence
would slender
such is elegance what
we might wish
could he release
© Thom Amundsen 7/2021
We May a Soft Dance
Oh as the melody would
our lives in the balance
so envious
could I be, she, him, her as well,
all of us together
internally a maze of
authenticity
for the stars align,
while magic is a mystery
imagine
this is our legacy
to be two people, three,
maybe more who all believe
the other,
someone outside ourselves
could hold truth
in such is a natural
rhythm
might discover
love.
© Thom Amundsen 1/2021
Speaking of Language
I know that when I looked at you,
a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind.
I suppose it was the color of your hair,
the manner by which you tilted your head,
how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes.
I wondered about our lives,
where we are,
how soon we can come to realize,
everyone crosses paths with that notion of
satisfying their own definition of ambience.
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Listen to the beat as we travel together,
sweep across the tiles,
our feet in unison, our bodies melting
to the rhythm of a Latino cadence,
such that gives our soul the freedom to fly.
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A novelty is the delight when found in sync
we desire the same,
recognize the brilliance of admiration,
knowing ours is one we share,
contains the many years of hope and desire,
that compassion that the first time I saw you,
the sunlight suggested I do love you.
On Montmartre Stairs
( I do hope this fits with the figurative notion of ‘circles’)
A rainy afternoon,
we would cry together today,
svelte hands and wrought iron rails,
steps that concrete shavings felt right,
we did smile as with our turn we might catch eyes,
if not this turn, the next twirl I could find you there,
we dashed to the doorway, the rains were heavy,
in there our embrace becomes a mix of delicious love,
peek out, see the misty rain, the street below,
we own the moment, let’s dance to our center.
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On an august evening the steps were trampled by
strangers in the night who would pass our memory,
we could always recall that kiss by the oak,
the quiet night, where a luminous magic
began our journey together – we did walk
until we could under the lampost
remember our night together,
long before the business of life forgot their way.
I Still Cannot Dance
Throughout my life I’ve tried a rhythm
yet followed I am by a worry of them
that soulful populace happy to dance
while for me if I do, its taking chance.
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So often is the energy round in motion
while clever facades pretend emotion
speak to me sated with journeyed love
give my desire a sign from above.
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Tonight, tomorrow, every single day
I rise to an occasional tedious way,
yet too often are my smiles new haunts
nobody knows, no-one certainly wants
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A day in the life of a worn out soul
fragmented floating parts of a whole
Brought Together
In an international fire
she burns the minds
an electrifying voice
to the people
to the women
to the girls
brought together
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To be just that
girls
women
people
in a global fire
an energy
brought together.
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She would lead
with an entourage
all sleek in eye
move with us
say legs and arms
flail in a rhythm
brought together
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A global fire tonight,
I watched the admiration
the people speak
in a fashion so alive
all of us can cry
she lets us believe
Beyonce together.
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Global Citizen Festival.
When We Dance
We choose to release,
we walk together, alone
with eyes perhaps our own,
we wish only to dance.
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when I stumble it is
because
I want so badly to learn,
yet in the throes of
letting go,
so often
I find I can
live another way,
without the restraint
of not settling
for that circus
that society bleeds –
expectation.
Suggest to me
a new cadence
for then I might,
be on the front
line
the starting point
rather than always
needing to learn the steps
a little later on.
I would
I could, I would, I should,
I
decidedly want to
be
able
to
walk inside
a dream
and twirl, as it were,
like her majestic stallion
of prurient nature.
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