
The music in her was at first hard
to hear.
Until I stepped back and
just let her mind and body flee
from me,
Flying.
Her legs then found the floor
as her hips found the rhythm,
gyrating and winding,
the music flowed towards her before my eyes
injecting her,
setting up a syncopated resonance
within,
taking me away of what I thought
she was,
to the actual of her,
A wild whirling dervish,
a creature unbound in thought and nature,
Twirling.
A soul singing.
Fighting for a freedom
to just be.
Philip Wardlow 2017
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Being Human-
I am confused but not confused
I have clarity
In all things
But I am muddled
In all things big
That really
Matter
And what matters?
Really?
You say THAT matters
He says THIS matters.
She says I matter.
We say WE matter.
When no one does
And everyone should.
Ping…..PONG!
Bounce…Bounce….Bounce
Mr. Ball.
And get struck hard with the paddle
Back to the other side
WHAT?
YOU cannot hide
Because that paddles a coming
SMACK!
So….Just…Well…Um…Okay.
That about sums
us up.
By Philip Wardlow 2014
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