Some more lyrical prose:
Eking toward brightness, center bound. Layers like clothes peel away, broken, soiled, worn with care. Shed like tears to fill and fill and fill that river. Turning inside out, spinning in the wind. Wind of words and musts and oughts and shoulds and someday soon.
Eking, shrieking, dragging shuffling feet that itch to dance; to find that primal beat once forgotten but always remembered. Listen. Listen. Listen. Tap-tapping distant calls like first drops of rain. With the tears, tap-tap. Thrumming thunder emerges, memory serves me up a dish of long ago. Recognition flashes from the swamp. Aboriginal drumbeat is my heart. My feet. My steps. Step step thrum tap tap thrum. Emerge. Emerge. Evolve.
Eking timid frightened toward, forward, and through. Step step step.
Eyes off your feet now - dance!
Brightness comes.
Eking toward brightness, center bound. Layers like clothes peel away, broken, soiled, worn with care. Shed like tears to fill and fill and fill that river. Turning inside out, spinning in the wind. Wind of words and musts and oughts and shoulds and someday soon.
Eking, shrieking, dragging shuffling feet that itch to dance; to find that primal beat once forgotten but always remembered. Listen. Listen. Listen. Tap-tapping distant calls like first drops of rain. With the tears, tap-tap. Thrumming thunder emerges, memory serves me up a dish of long ago. Recognition flashes from the swamp. Aboriginal drumbeat is my heart. My feet. My steps. Step step thrum tap tap thrum. Emerge. Emerge. Evolve.
Eking timid frightened toward, forward, and through. Step step step.
Eyes off your feet now - dance!
Brightness comes.
I never know what I am going to encounter when I visit "Periphery." My posts are always pretty much me prattling on about some personal experience; when I come here, I do not always comment, but I do always take note, and leave with something to ponder. At my age, pondering is not something to be taken lightly; mental exercise is just as critical as physical exercise. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to help you hone your mental acuity. My posts are actually pretty much me prattling on about personal experience as well. My prattling just takes different forms.
DeleteYou know this part is my favorite: "Wind of words and musts and oughts and shoulds and someday soon."
ReplyDeleteI love to dance and am married to a non dancer - for almost 29 years - waaaaaaaaaaa
Emerge, Emerge, Evolve.
Right on.
I'm not a terribly good dancer with my feet, but there are other kinds of dancing...
Delete"That primal beat..." I feel it too. Love your poetic dancing.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I think we should all listen for that primal beat from time to time.
Delete'Aboriginal drumbeat is my heart.' FABULOUS!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteLove it. I think my favourite part of this post was the reaction prompts though, if I'm being completely honest. I thought they were always the same, and noticed today that they are in line with your post. Do they change every day? What have I been missing? Argh, now I have to go comb through a bunch of posts-lol.
ReplyDeleteNo combing necessary. I change them up every few weeks or so just to amuse myself and see if anyone actually pays attention to them. When I change them, though, they change for all of the posts.
Delete"Thrumming thunder emerges, memory serves me up a dish of long ago. " < - Love that.
ReplyDeleteThank you, darling.
DeleteIn addition to using verification words (vw's) as a topic for a recent post, I have now stolen (but acknowledged) "thrumming thunder," a phrase worthy of its own post, in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteWhat an honor to have inspired a post! I can't wait to read it.
Delete"Eking, shrieking, dragging shuffling feet that itch to dance"
ReplyDeletePerfect!
Thank you!
DeleteWhere else can I go on the internet to routinely get that goosebumpy feeling? Thanks as always.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome for your goosebumpy feeling. :) Thank you for such praise.
DeleteVery wonderful. This reminds me of one of my favorite poems that I ever wrote called "Essence".
ReplyDeleteWordVeri: perti - how appropriate!