When I see the crescent moon
I want to lay down my body
and dance stationary,
truly dance,
the way that water stills,
for my maneuvers are missing waterfalls,
each nimble turn a river's ancient sheen,
the perfect style of choreography.
Author Bio:
I first discovered my love for poetry after losing my mother at a young age and needing a way to express myself. Decades later, it remains my passion. More than anything else, I love the way words come out our mouths when we speak them. I am in love with cadences, and when these come with deep layers of meaning I am a happy audience. In my own writing, I am a watchdog for my usual pitfalls, my main self-criticism is "sounding good" at the expense of clarity. I sharpened my first tools as a writer when attending a poetry workshop at age twenty-five. Since then, I have been published in various journals and am still as always working on my craft.
My late father will always be an inspiration to me for two reasons: he was a poet himself, and he taught me to never give up.
I want to lay down my body
and dance stationary,
truly dance,
the way that water stills,
for my maneuvers are missing waterfalls,
each nimble turn a river's ancient sheen,
the perfect style of choreography.
Author Bio:
I first discovered my love for poetry after losing my mother at a young age and needing a way to express myself. Decades later, it remains my passion. More than anything else, I love the way words come out our mouths when we speak them. I am in love with cadences, and when these come with deep layers of meaning I am a happy audience. In my own writing, I am a watchdog for my usual pitfalls, my main self-criticism is "sounding good" at the expense of clarity. I sharpened my first tools as a writer when attending a poetry workshop at age twenty-five. Since then, I have been published in various journals and am still as always working on my craft.
My late father will always be an inspiration to me for two reasons: he was a poet himself, and he taught me to never give up.
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