Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Father

You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language

You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers


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Island

Once upon a time
We came across a waterfall
Hidden deep in the woods
Where we splashed and played
Like giddy children
In the argent liquid pools
And let the cool mist
Spray diamonds in our hair
Our warm embrace
A safe haven
As if the whole world
Was just this place
At just this time
Our own private island

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #196: Islands and @fromthelighthouse prompt: Once Upon a Time


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Where I Belong

I belong with the fishes
In the cold deep down under
Where my passion is stirred
By the riot of colors
In an undulating sea
Where I am the outlander
In supplication to Poseidon’s
Cerulean domain
Where my body is weightless
My voice silent
And heartbeat strong

In response to @fromthelighthouse prompt: Where I Belong


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Quiet

As I sit in your quiet house
A lifetime of memories haunt me
Sweet snippets of laughter play
A flickering old movie reel
Until the film finally runs out
Celluloid flapping against metal
Jolts me back to reality
Past relationships lost to time
Unwilling to mask my sorrow

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #188: Mask and #189: Quiet


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Heaven

No more dances

Around the sun

She is now

Back to stardust

 In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens


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Risk

From the moment we are born
Until the moment we die
Our lives are a series
Of calculated risks
That make life worth living
And ventures worth taking
When fear of regret is greater
Than the reality of danger

in response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #183: Risk


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Clearing

As the two of us stand
Side by side
Having explored
The highest peaks
To the lowest valleys
The mist finally clears

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #174: Valley


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Vanishing

Vanishing
Each day
Little by little
Memories evanesce into darkness
Alzheimer’s

Who knows when the fog descended, your intelligence
It hid your secret, until you were at the point of no return
 
But the storm of your last six weeks could not deny the plaques and tangles,
The snarled mat of mind disintegration, consuming consciousness
 
I was the one had to take your car keys, the doctors would not help
I was the one that had to hide your guns, the police would not help
 
Their fear of lawsuit left them impotent
So each day I would check on you, alone
 
Not knowing if the wind would be coming out of the north or south.
Not knowing what lay behind the closed door in the darkened room
 
Then came the day that would last forever, what would be the eye of this storm.
Your relentless desperation for a gun, wanting to die in your own bed next to Mom
 
Then with your wife safely hidden away in the sanctuary of a friend
We began our unholy race, knowing we would all lose in the end
 
So I was forced to choose; there was no solace here,
Standing on the abyss of unfathomable emotions
 
The twist of fate, the parent-child relationship spun on its head
Protecting you from yourself, Mom from your delusions
 
Oh Freud would have a field day with this
Your id isolated and locked away in all its destructive glory
 
At first you would not talk to me, volcanic eruptions of anger,
Then you held my hand, conspiring like two naughty children
 
“Let me out please, I will behave”
“I will say anything I have to, let me go home”
 
The last time I fed you sweet, cool ice cream, your eyes shined
But inside you were wasting, wasting, wasting away
 
Sinew-shrunk; just skin, bones and confusion
Fear and suffering your companion until your final
 
 
Breath

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #172: Vanishing