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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Hip Preach



Spike heels tap concrete
as I rhythm walk the street hum
until my body drinks enough song.

Palms raised to glass eyes
I hip preach to desk dwellers
to swivel to their feet.

There’s a revolution in the groove.
Angry can’t hold its ground
when lip sync fuels a smile.

Spirits ride rainbows to the streets
in color splashes of unique until
gray surrenders the dance floor.

The universal joy of feet freestyling
to their own drum hums through my body.
I deep breathe electric and side step another hallelujah.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



17 comments :

Carrie Van Horn said...

This whole poem is so much fun....that o'le hip preach does raise people to their feet to do the same. Love this Susie!!

kaykuala said...


The universal joy of feet freestyling
to their own drum hums through my body

It is a great feeling Susie. Thanks for taking us to the dance floor!


Hank

Martin Kloess said...

Delightfully scripted scene. May I have this dance?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this. Dance on, girl!

Old Egg said...

Dance has always been the outlet when the world around us falls apart. How can we be happy? We dance of of course. Thank you for the prompt.

Margaret said...

I needed this bit of happy Loved so many lines I won't "repeat" them here - Well played - or should I say "danced"?

Kim Russell said...

Your poem conjured an image of Grace Jones singing 'Slave to the rhythm, Susie, possibly evoked by the spike heels, the street hum and the lines:
'I hip preach to desk dwellers
to swivel to their feet'.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Such a sense of the flash mob turning a street scene into a flash dance. Great response to a great challenge.

paulscribbles said...

Amen. This is superb. A call to groove.

Jim said...

I smiled through your whole poem. I'm still smiling. :) Reading to rhe song makes it even better, helps get into the spirit. This Megan is tall without spikes, she reminds me some of Betty Who. She is also very tall.
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Jim said...

Oh yes, thank you for the fun prompt. I'd written of dancing and the dance several times on my other blog.
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Kerry O'Connor said...

There’s a revolution in the groove.
Angry can’t hold its ground

We are certainly in need of this kind of revolution.

brudberg said...

So much fun in this, and what a happy song

sreeja harikrishnan said...

in full spirit...delightful!!

Toni Spencer said...

Yes indeed. A happy song! A happy poem.

gillena cox said...

Your words dance in a glorious way. I join you in the dance

Much love...

gillena cox said...

And soooo Luv the music video

Much love....

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