This week's entry was a bit of a struggle for me, I never got that instant direction to where my poems usually take me. However, a few family members seem to think that the anonymous lad in the car resembles my son's friend, Blair. I'm not so sure. What do you think?
Mirror, I like what I see
I'm off to Rigsby Hall
Footloose and excited
Jitterbug's and swinging dolls
Hitch a ride with Faith and Jenny
Like the ruby of their lips
Walk into the venue
With a girl for either hip
Looking round at all the sweethearts
Through the thickening smoke cloud
While the music and the mirror ball
Cast temptation to the crowd
Not war-torn nor depleted
Floor as scuffed as soldiers' hearts
This dance hall's masterful with moves
To ensure fear's kept apart
Dance away, you little devils
Of the brass and of the bone
Deliberate your curfew
We will always hold one's own
Be a sweet little wallflower
Or the jiver of romance
Not even Father's rage will
Kill the music or the dance
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21 comments:
ha hope armagedon does not come soon, i want to keep on dancing..know what i am saying...smiles. i do see a bit of resemblance there...
Absolutely, I see the resemblance. I had a friend in grade school (the late 40s) who looked like the young man in the photo. He is now the mayor of the little town we grew up in, fancy that!!!
I love this, Lena! Just fabulous.
Me too. I see a resemblance.
Exemplary work.
I also see the resemblance. And I love the poem!
yes - would be fun to draw a portrait likeness / they would line up
also a delightful dance back in time
Yes,I see the resemblance...Wow!
N I am dancing...n I enjoyed your poem very much:)
Thank you guys and gals......I suppose it's a compliment the kids peeking over my shoulder when I'm MTing it! One Blair is enough for any world, but I like to think this lookey-likey is still around...!
..struggle? but this works amazingly.. "Dance away, you little devils Of the brass and of the bone
Deliberate your curfew We will always hold one's own" ...this moves my feet twice as good without spasm.. "Be a sweet little wallflower Or the jiver of romance" - what a line! remarkable!(:
P.S. i thought the man in the photo and that son's friend's really same in appearance.. a twin, eh?..hehe..(:
~Kelvin
Ah! The joy of youth distilled...
Beautiful memories, lovely poem.
Nice one! I love the music references. :-)
nice story on a poem! love it...
JJRod'z
What great memories! I remember the dance floor, slicked with 'Pops', no rubber soles here, live band (your boys will be glad to know it was before disco) and no alcohol (they might not be so glad to know).
Thanks for taking me back to a place I never knew! Great word picture!
Enjoyable, definitely takes you to a spcific place and time. Love the title in particular, "Riding to Boogie-Woogie" - sounds like something out of a great fifties pop album! :o)
incredible take on the prompt.
Thanks for sharing.
We can handle all of life if we can just keep dancing. Great sentiments expressed here.
Very Nice Poetry with an amazing Imagination
Great Work of Creativity !! Highly Expressive !!
It was indeed enjoyable after reading this one !!
Anyways, Take a look some of my Poetry Collections …
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/category/talent-underground/poetry-zone/
and also, on my very recent Work as well
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/india-of-my-dream/
!!! Happy Rally !!!
Cheers !!
Enjoyed this one a lot, especially lines like, "Floor as scuffed as soldiers' hearts"
"Of the brass and of the bone" I love the subtle distinction you have here for officers and enlisted.
More so, that nothing will kill the dance! Lovely poem!
This is so great and such a nice piece thank you so much for sharing this. I am so happy to read all the wonderful pieces on the rally this is my first rally and I tried this http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/01/life-memories/
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