I was in a business meeting this evening, and in the background the song "Poetry Man" by Phoebe Snow came on, and I pulled out my Blackberry and fired off a memo to my business email, this poem. As soon as I got back to my hotel room, I sent this off for remote posting. I hope no one is offended that I have peeked out of my cocoon to share joy
dance
snowflake whispers melt and dry
on tongues that kiss the flesh once stung.
albino words grow pink and glow
to launch a dragon in the sky.
your whispers wait for moments yet
to brave the wind of souls seemed twinned
in earthen jars and bronze barb spars
that draw the blood our dreams to wet
dance for as long as the music plays.
then dance to the memories, the rest of all days.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
It is actually part of a much larger cycle, but i prefer to keep it simple.
Life rules! I have met some extraordinary people here who reminded me of that part of me I'd left behind. Danielle, Moe, Analisle and Jeremy...thank you. Looking forward to Friday night and Saturday night.
dance
snowflake whispers melt and dry
on tongues that kiss the flesh once stung.
albino words grow pink and glow
to launch a dragon in the sky.
your whispers wait for moments yet
to brave the wind of souls seemed twinned
in earthen jars and bronze barb spars
that draw the blood our dreams to wet
dance for as long as the music plays.
then dance to the memories, the rest of all days.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
It is actually part of a much larger cycle, but i prefer to keep it simple.
Life rules! I have met some extraordinary people here who reminded me of that part of me I'd left behind. Danielle, Moe, Analisle and Jeremy...thank you. Looking forward to Friday night and Saturday night.
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