Wordy Wednesday

Dancing Boots

 

If I looked up too quickly, I knew it would be over.

And so I closed my eyes, squeezed them till I saw stars — or maybe I really did.

Toes pointed inward, my feet moved in sloppy ovals,

dancing.

Faster and faster to the music in my head.

 

On lavender’s pigment and nimbus’ laugh, I twirled, moving my arms up and down to see if I might fly.

Pink tulle tickled my thighs and bright blue boots slicked with rain carried me

upward and honest.

I liked honest; she smelled good.

Smiling until my cheeks throbbed for mercy, I spun.

I spun. I spun. I spin.

Try as you might, you could not stop me from spinning; for even the earth decided at that moment to go stagnant and still and stuffy,

I would remain in motion. My delicious ankles

like centrifuges, turning this body, lithe and nimble,

into sun’s gleam, into cat’s purr, into tree’s whisper.

And my boots so, so blue . . . can you see them? They almost tasted melancholy.

Almost,

but not quite.

Because blue is just blue even if love does not requite.

Press on and laugh.

There was never a foe to defeat laughter. She is cynosure;

an intoxicating fragrance given freely, without barter.

I make her mine. All mine.

Her and those boots, they belong to me. And if you could be brave,

your boots will know.

 

 

 

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21 thoughts on “Wordy Wednesday

  1. ‘There was never a foe to defeat laughter. She is cynosure;

    an intoxicating fragrance given freely, without barter.’

    I loved that line, beautiful… Lovely.

  2. Cara, this is beautiful…

    I marvel (often) at the talent beneath the songs I sing mindlessly. When I read the lyrics, I often think “Duh, no wonder it resonates with me.”

    Picture me smiling…

    What a great way to start my day. Thank you!

    • Thank you, Gloria.

      Such nice words . . . I marvel at you! And yes, I agree: there are so many times I find myself humming or singing along to a song, not really quite aware of the actual words, but knowing something about them strikes a chord (pun intended) with me. ;-)

      I AM picturing you smiling. And now I ask you to do the same!

  3. Cara,

    As I read this captivating piece of your heart, a vivid illustration played through my minds eye. If only I were more artistic, I would paint cartoonesque pictures of a little girl with auburn curls in a pink tutu and bright blue galoshes, (maybe with owl eye glasses) dancing joyously in the aftermath of a summer rain.

    Actually, I see it as part of an illustrated book of poetry for children and being used as a tool to encourage creative writing and self confidence.

    You are so incredibly gifted!

    • Lori,

      I LOVE imagery you added; and as I continued to think about it, I saw cartoons begin to appear, illustrations actually, and the the story accompanying the little girl with the blue boots, pink tutu, and auburn curls. I thought about her a lot while I was on vacation, wondering what her name might be and the story she had to tell. Maybe some day I might have an opportunity to write a children’s book. ;-)

      Thanks for playing along with me.

      You are wonderful!
      Xoxox

  4. Cara, beautiful! I continue to be blown away by your talent. My youngest journals daily, and excels at writing (well, i think she excels) Recently writing some poetry. I know she will love this post as much as I do. Hope life is fabulous friend!

    • Thank you so much, Karista! It is a blessing to share my heart’s thoughts with you. I hope your daughter enjoy it, too! How neat that she is already into writing poetry and figuring out what she is passionate about.

      Life is grand. I am a blessed, blessed woman.
      Xoxox

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