I walk towards a school-house
through sizzling evening rain;
I’m heading for a disco
ominous in my brain
but I know my son will be dancing
out and into my brain
but only spotlights boogie,
colour surging round
on empty wooden floorboards
spurred by beatbox sound
hammering walls and my brainbox
in pulsing waves of sound
and out from the dark he races,
bounces into the beat,
spins like a whirling dervish
twisting up the heat
Elvis on the dance floor;
a host, a hit, in heat.
What is it with this dancing?
What do I need to learn?
A welling in my heart-source;
a love, a pride, a burn?
Expression of the vital
teaching turn on turn.
I liked that - its got a power and a depth and makes me want to sing it.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it great to feel the music of a poem! Thank You - J
ReplyDeleteA whirling dervish, maybe he's in touch with deep elemental forces that your evolved thinking has obscured from you to some extent. I absolutely love how you draw out so much depth from these interactions. I feel blessed after reading your poems...It's infectious. Thank You
ReplyDeleteCool poem! I like what you have written at the top of your web page too. :)
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeleteDisco's are fun and I'm sure your son enjoys them.Sounds like you do too.
ReplyDeleteIt's all in the beat. Nice poem John though I can't say I'm a disco fan.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I love your poems!
ReplyDeleteLike the rhythm and the depth of the poem.
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