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.

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Comments

Vandana Sharma said…
We always dance to the tune of life, lets sometimes dance to our own tune:)
February 3, 2014 at 2:41 AM
aspiritofsimplicity said…
at first it seems a very happy piece but then at the end it seems rather sad that she is so constrained.
February 3, 2014 at 4:26 AM
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...
February 3, 2014 at 4:53 AM
Maude Lynn said…
Oh, yes! I really like this, Susie.
February 3, 2014 at 9:23 AM
kaykuala said…
Play it again never to stop the dancing! Nicely Susie!

Hank
February 3, 2014 at 10:16 AM
Berowne said…
Sprightly and sharp; well done.
February 3, 2014 at 10:28 AM
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.
February 3, 2014 at 11:14 AM
Bekkie Sanchez said…
I liked "the music stopped
and my feet were
burdened with shoes." wonderful!
February 3, 2014 at 12:53 PM
Gail said…
Fantastic! Truthful.
February 3, 2014 at 1:24 PM
Kay L. Davies said…
Fantastic, Susie. I remember those summers and, later, the burden of shoes.
Thanks for this.
Luv, K
February 3, 2014 at 1:44 PM
Helen said…
Susie .. this is exquisite.
February 3, 2014 at 5:08 PM
revelations 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...
February 3, 2014 at 7:12 PM
Belva Rae Staples said…
Everything is better outside the lines.
February 3, 2014 at 7:17 PM
Helena said…
Pah! Who needs shoes?!
February 3, 2014 at 7:19 PM
Anonymous said…
really like that last stanza ~
February 3, 2014 at 11:37 PM
Marian said…
i have some crayons right here... let's color outside the lines, too. :) nice one, Susie.
February 4, 2014 at 9:41 AM
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!!!
..
February 4, 2014 at 11:40 AM
Heidi said…
To be barefoot again...
February 4, 2014 at 1:00 PM
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".
February 4, 2014 at 1:31 PM
Tess Kincaid said…
Where tomorrow didn't blind the moon...oh that's nice...
February 4, 2014 at 2:48 PM
Cait O'Connor said…
A wonderful poem.

'Somewhere in the
black and white
the music stopped
and my feet were
burdened with shoes'.
-
February 4, 2014 at 3:45 PM
Truedessa said…
Always more fun to dance barefoot..I say throw the shoes to the side and dance free to the music..
February 4, 2014 at 7:40 PM
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