Saturday 29 May 2010
Dancing
Dancing in the light
of
a Sunday school reunion
Do you see them hold up the photographs?
Frozen into black on white
as their coloured souls
spring lively across a Methodist hall.
We clutched at hearts
and I stood on chairs to look down
with my lens
on love
A thousand breaking hearts
as they dance
to the pulse
past fresh generations
brimming and spin.
new life
and dying
of
a Sunday school reunion
Do you see them hold up the photographs?
Frozen into black on white
as their coloured souls
spring lively across a Methodist hall.
We clutched at hearts
and I stood on chairs to look down
with my lens
on love
A thousand breaking hearts
as they dance
to the pulse
past fresh generations
brimming and spin.
new life
and dying
My Day
and did we scuttle
like some scarab beetle
down naked streets.
the light pulsing ...
a baby asleep
becotted and calm,
as the mother dreams
beneath the drone of a disconnected TV programme
swimming amongst families
dodging in and out of the lanes
as crystal cutting waters
depart
my day
like some scarab beetle
down naked streets.
the light pulsing ...
a baby asleep
becotted and calm,
as the mother dreams
beneath the drone of a disconnected TV programme
swimming amongst families
dodging in and out of the lanes
as crystal cutting waters
depart
my day
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