the dance

lipsticked
she slow-danced tonight
with two boys

& I remember
that magic on the edge
of 13

when something
in the center of the chest
buds & begins to open

she asked me tonight
if I still like dancing
or did I ever…before

before what?
before my feet grew roots
& I became her oak, shading

before that I knew movement
& rhythm & still do
but mostly I dance

when no one’s watching
but you
& yes, I still close my eyes

when it’s slow
& we move together

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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35 Responses to the dance

  1. janehewey says:

    precious and lovely! both of you.

  2. What a soothing ending for a perfect poem that your created. Marvelous!

    πŸ™‚

  3. starts with the innocent and ends on the sensuous, the movement so smooth and the slide, achieved through the shift of the referent of YOU, so delicate soft that the end catches us smiling and almost blushing…well, almost, ok, not almost, kind of!

    • Oh, what a lovely comment–and I like how you catch that slide here, beautifully, and turn your comment into another poem. Fair warning: Something Obinna said yesterday, added to some comments you have made, plus Boomie & Celestine–so I am writing something to all of you πŸ˜‰

  4. This is beautifully written, Susan. Love the new look of the blog πŸ™‚

  5. unfetteredbs says:

    oh Susan, I love this. Refering to yourself as her oak–
    isn’t if funny when our kids try to see us as something other than a parent? Why do you refer to yourself as an old woman? Stop that..
    I love your stuff as you know but this is going on my all time fave list.

  6. Green Speck says:

    I love your new blog layout. It looks so fresh and cool πŸ™‚

    And yes, the poem is beautiful as ever. How do you manage to carve such beauties every time?

  7. I like this. Lovely ending, too

  8. ruleofstupid says:

    Gorgeous –
    before my feet grew roots
    & I became her oak, shading
    – especially so.

  9. annotating60 says:

    I liked this very much.>KB

  10. adetokunbohr says:

    before liking the poem i think i loved your new blog theme. Better, Bolder and more Beautiful. I guess reading can be moore fun. πŸ™‚

  11. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I like how you move differently because you became “her oak.” That says a great many things very simply.

  12. This is magical! Amazing how much can be distilled into a single poem with such perfectly arranged words

    • Stephen, thank you! It was one of those lightbulb moments you get, driving my daughter home from the dance, her asking me that question, and then–BAM–there it was. Glad you liked it!

  13. Leo says:

    Lovely. They can change so quickly at this age and make us smile…

  14. nelle says:

    Nice contrast, and yes we dance when no one is looking and in hour hearts.

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