Monday, February 3, 2014

Play It Again


Play it again…
the song and dance
of barefoot summers
where tomorrow
didn’t blind the moon.

Somewhere in the
black and white
the music stopped
and my feet were
burdened with shoes.

Play it again…
So I can remember
how it feels to dance
outside the lines.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Over at Magpie Tales Tess Kincaid provides
 the image and we provide the words.



24 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

We always dance to the tune of life, lets sometimes dance to our own tune:)

aspiritofsimplicity said...

at first it seems a very happy piece but then at the end it seems rather sad that she is so constrained.

Gillena Cox said...

a dance so full of live, others can hear the music

I didn't link up this week, just reading from others

much love...

gautami tripathy said...

Excellent piece...

tiptoed synergy

Mama Zen said...

Oh, yes! I really like this, Susie.

kaykuala said...

Play it again never to stop the dancing! Nicely Susie!

Hank

Berowne said...

Sprightly and sharp; well done.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so adore this poem - especially "the song and dance of barefoot summers where tomorrow didnt blind the moon". And the feet being burdened with shoes. Love this, Susie.

Laura said...

Love this Susie!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I liked "the music stopped
and my feet were
burdened with shoes." wonderful!

Gail said...

Fantastic! Truthful.

Kay L. Davies said...

Fantastic, Susie. I remember those summers and, later, the burden of shoes.
Thanks for this.
Luv, K

Helen said...

Susie .. this is exquisite.

Robert Bourne said...

to dance is to live... even when the music stops... I wonder sometimes if we let ourselves forget the joy and hope we had.. so we stop dancing...

Belva Rae Staples said...

Everything is better outside the lines.

Helena said...

Pah! Who needs shoes?!

grapeling said...

really like that last stanza ~

Marian said...

i have some crayons right here... let's color outside the lines, too. :) nice one, Susie.

Jim said...

Love it, Susie. Reminded me of some of my other lives.
For this life, my 5th or 6th, my shoes were put on. Additionally I cut my hair shorter, put up my motorcycle, and became a father again.

I wouldn't trade for back then but the memories are GREAT!!!
..

Heidi said...

To be barefoot again...

Margaret said...

it ain't summer until the shoes come off. Actually, I'm not really comfortable until they do. I don't even like slippers, really. I live the dancing "outside the lines".

Tess Kincaid said...

Where tomorrow didn't blind the moon...oh that's nice...

Cait O'Connor said...

A wonderful poem.

'Somewhere in the
black and white
the music stopped
and my feet were
burdened with shoes'.
-

Truedessa said...

Always more fun to dance barefoot..I say throw the shoes to the side and dance free to the music..