neděle 14. září 2025

I danced tonight (poem)

 

I DANCED TONIGHT 



I danced tonight ...
...

... sometimes I dont know 

if

I still know 

how to dance

 

I think 

I do  

but

you will not see me in

"So you think you can dance?"

I think I can!

 

But sometimes

life goes on

river is flowing days forward

and I forgot

dance is out of radar

gone.

 

And sometimes

I hear the music

space and time have open arms

wide, wide, wider

 

and music

its

intimate touch 

an affair

is there

with

the air

 

Sometimes in those situations

my feet starts itching

and there is no thought about

if I can or not

dance just is.

 

In my fingers

In my belly

In the air of my body

 

its pouring out

its coming back in

 

Do you feel it?

 

The voice, sound, rhythm

of your one?

 

I do, 

and I understand now

why in past

thoughts of silenced it

came up

 

It cannot be stopped

Its just exist

and roar 

to be alive

even the movement ends

 

Dance never stops

Its back

 

In the air

 

Just listen?!

May you will recognize

his sound

as a small penguin in

Happy feet story

 

Oh gosh

Im in love

 

Just to write about it

I dance now

even sitting

 

Flowing in words

 

I love you Michael

your Thriller shifted now

for me

 

Its Happy feet

just for adults

 

The awakening iching

seeds

 

Raw and scary

smooth, and very ...

 

... brave from you 
my friend 

to show yours smooth 

happy steps 

that trasformed you,

the world

dance itself

 

Sometimes, 

I dont know if I can

but when I allow it

to be, dancing

the joy of rhythm

playfulness of soul

 

I know, Im on the spot

of my own

I know

I was reborn

 

I feel mother holding me

and I can lean on her 

trust is there

as my feet knowing ... 

... one

how to be happy, 
with the beat 
 

the essence

inocence

longing for life

express of

what matter

 

to release

to enjoy

transform old

in variety

of forms

 

Sometimes I dont know

If I can write a poem

a story

even

share my soul

 

I doubt myself a lot

Can I do an art?

 

but when Im in

doing

 

There is no plot

no trap

no selling plan

 

There is a raw love

for life

wild man

 

Sharing what was

forgotten

 

Knowing the affair

while one is

fully in

changing the air

within.  



 

 



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