
Moonshadows
I will
Always find time
On leafless winter nights
Or hot and humid summer ones
To dance
A Cinquain poem.

Moonshadows
I will
Always find time
On leafless winter nights
Or hot and humid summer ones
To dance
A Cinquain poem.

The rain says what words cannot
The rain tap dances to the ground
Shuffling and sliding down roofs
Off beat and syncopated the
Drops create the day’s theme music.
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A cloud based choreography
The rain tap dances to the ground
The rhythm of sound and silence
Beating into paths and puddles.
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Fluid hypnotic drops amble
Complex, complicated lightly
The rain tap dances to the ground
Both corrosive and restoring.
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Intricate, delicate tempo
Off-beat, in-time, gentle shuffle
Music is what the eye hears as
The rain tap dances to the ground.
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( a quatern poem)
Credit to “What the eye hears – a history of tap dancing” book by Brian Siebert
And to Martha Graham who said “the body says what words cannot”

Branch Dancer
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My
Love
Is a
Tree climber,
A master with ropes,
A dancer among the branches.
(A Fib(onacci) poem)