Stable Motive

Ceal Floyer

Ceal Floyer

What, tell me, what!

What does it mean to find separation

to compartmentalize,

to be able to suggest

to yourself

its your forte and nothing else

no excuses

no redos

no you cannot feel bad

there are no allowances

for human error.

Life suggests we disconnect

when our needs are met,

the task at hand has been satisfied.

Forget about the tears, the confusion, the lacking

empathy that drifts away with stability.

The time is long enough for me to question

how fitting,

what aspect of my life,

where does it belong,

such a lengthy attribution,

oh, damn, another,

here we go –

because words are easy to release,

its the later ons,

its the oh, maybes,

the ‘if’

When might I understand my ‘if’ moments?

… and then Carole King Stepped onto the Stage …

broadway

I am truly moved to weep

watching Broadway’s talent

dance across the stage

in that venue of endearment

where everything they work for

becomes showcased in a showcase.

I don’t have tears of sadness

they really are filled with joy

Seeing such delightful real lives emote

beauty, grace & elegance

at the highest level

of public entertainment.

… and then Carole King stepped onto the stage …

Do you remember when

all of them were elementary students

star-crossed eyes hoping to

be in the, perform as the, sing with a

passion in the school play,

the fall musical,

that one talent show,

the Christmas pageant,

the dance recital,

their senior project,

in a garage band,

just short of the karaoke bar

before they were swiftly drawn

to that element shadowing Times Square.

Dance across the stage,

sing with all of your heart,

shine in front of everyone,

for deep inside

when you question your ability

because after all

we do know that as humans

we are always wondering;

know you have reached that showcase

and the human condition

no matter the obstacles …

brought your enigma, no anomaly,

to the hearts and soul

of all those real people, all those faces,

all those masses that make our lives real,

emulate our lives on the stage.

An Actor Suggests

actor

Lake Placid Film Forum

Walk on stage

Speak a couple of lines

Audience is alerted

Walk off stage

~

Audience waits

Music begins

Heads turn to empty regions of the

Bare stage

Audience listens

~

A prop

Walk on stage with a wooden stool

Audience focus

Left hand grips a rung

Places it down left center

A prop

~

Actor begins a monologue

Music fades while audience

Pays attention

To what they paid for earlier

A pause, and the actor waves

A character begins to move

The audience a new direction

Actor begins a monologue

~

Music begins

Lights rise

People listen

Chatter ensues

A blank stage

Lights fade again

Music begins

~

Walk on stage

We know that person now

They return the same way

Similar gait, posture, voice

A monologue, a prop, an audience

Walk on stage

There is Dance

We are blessed with a physical purity
The stretching of limbs
Arching the back to reach a moment
Legs that will move impossible heights
Shoulders that cave and blossom
And grace shadowy figures
Allowing each one’s presence
A further driving desire to reach …
Drawing designs across the stage
~
An empty stage
Instrumental echoes
The human form takes a walk
Turns to writhing, reaching, surrounding
Twirls, twines, twists – head thrown back
Legs responding to each sound wrapped
Together
Arms realize a motion that blends
Filling the empty room, enveloping
The eyes of an audience meant to see
~
If I were alone
In quiet solitude
With an empty stage
Might my physicality reach a level
Outside the eyes of an observer
For within my dance
I do wish to find an answer
Until that time evolves
I might continue to recognize
Movement and grace with elegant stride
~
For whenever I might wonder about life
I know as in a walk on boards, there is dance