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.
My smile is spinning too. I loved this dance. Thanks
Thank you for coming along!
Funny thing… I was just thinking of writing up a list of songs about items of clothing hahaha!
‘There was never a foe to defeat laughter. She is cynosure;
an intoxicating fragrance given freely, without barter.’
I loved that line, beautiful… Lovely.
Thank you. One of my favorite words, cynosure. 😉
Hope you and your brother are well!
Thank you very much for asking, its really thoughtful of you 🙂
He’s alright, lost 10 kilos in 8 days. He’ll be healthier in no time I hope.
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!
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
🙂
Beautiful read with my morning cup of joe today! I could close my eyes and see the scene myself 😉 you execute your gift very well my dear ❤
I am honored you decided to read my poem while you enjoyed your cup o’ bliss. 😉 Thank you, my friend!
Beautiful!
Thank you, Beth!
My favorite line: “I liked honest; she smelled good.” Fabulous!
That is one of my favorites as well. Thank you, Rachel. 🙂
Love, love, love! Beautifully written.
Thank you, Dani!
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