I wanted to play with the verses "You trick your lovers / That you're wicked and divine" from the Muse song "Undisclosed Desires". I couldn’t quite meet the denotation of the source, with the effort turned into the poem "My Partners".


My Partners

I tell my lovers
that I'm innocent
while my moves betray
I'm something else
should I say partners
there are no beaus here
only the willing
to move with the groove.

Angelic perhaps
if measured with squint
eyes turned toward heaven
ignore the quick feet
it's my time to shine
away from the boring
just like Fred Astair
(as I kid myself).

Attraction beseeches
company present
beautiful creatures
move closer to me
I'll take no measures
undue liberties
just my gratitude
expressed in the dance.

I'll set the pace
to music's request
it is my leader
the tempo demands
there is no devil
I'll take the fifth
the lyrics of swing
will take the reproach.

Hear me my partners
lovers you're not
still almost as good
when tunes fill our heads
innocent to dance
our license to sin
perhaps not that word
as movements transcend.

© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170331.

One of the interesting aspects of social dancing is seeing who will attend each week. The participants are welcomed. Later I consider who I didn't see, and wonder where they were.


Walk in This Place

The same music played tonight, the walls and floor held aloft,
similarities ceased to be when I realized you were in the wind.
Spaces where you should have been, activities of consequence,
without your smiling face to share a world once heaven sent.

We are selfish, this is true, spoiled by past appearances.
Can you blame us in this case, when you are a familiar face?
The stars hold positions high, the earth still turns on axis round.
The only taunt that I now face is beauty's absences in this space.

We may only dance once or twice, tiny fraction of this night.
The amount does not relate to the joy brought to my face.
To see you there in joy's embrace, dance's rapture across your face,
is the boon I did desire on this night of partner's lack.

Others move with their own grace, perhaps to dance better or for worst.
This matters not as I seek the total sum of partner fair.
We had not date, no set meeting, and yet I still look to this time
for life's bequest of a partner with which to dance.

I pray that tardiness is the cause of a partner not yet appeared.
Others by door came and went, and your lovely visage did not relent.
To the future I will turn, sorrow etched in my heart,
temporarily I can hope when in the future you walk in this place.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160225.

Life has many twists and turns. The improbable happens everyday, and sometimes, periods of time for the outcomes may take years. The poem “Flames” is about such a situation.


Flames
Poem for Day 289 – 20151017

Flames spit across two worlds,
burning bright unto themselves.
Potential begs for consideration
of what two flames may do together.

Ages close enough if fates declare
that strangers are met to reconcile
separate paths so walked for many years
are meant to merge in future days.

Distance is the gulf in between,
bridged if they are to be together.
Pay it no heed if they are serious
in seeing how this may progress.

They'll each bring baggage high,
rally to remove the most odious.
The past is meant to stay its place
when hearts move forward running light.

One life may be in its twilight,
not too late, but still winding down.
Another yet to burst into brilliance,
for a world all to see.

Then together they'll grow older,
flames may sputter with the wind
of dusk's breezes blowing in,
but still bright enough to show the way.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

I awoke this morning with the first two lines of "Dance Declarative" in my head. The rest of the poem came easy. The end result is poem written in the style of lyrics looking for a tune. While the poem is more romantically slanted than the relationships with my regular dance partners, I do have an easy comradery with them, and these connections inspired me to complete the rest of the poem.


Dance Declarative
Poem for Day 106 – 20150416

Dance is my declarative,
and you are my imperative.
The floor is ours to grace,
so let's join in our sweet embrace.

Fleet of feet, I'll take the lead,
with you by my side nobody will deny
that we have the night's mojo
as the band leader takes command.

We pace ourselves in pure delight,
each other's company quite enough
to transform this chance meeting
into the first of many greetings.

You've got my hand, my eager steps,
a mutual love connection I'll bet.
Your eyes share recognition,
hearts echo mutual contribution.

Never leave my side tonight dear,
if you must, make it duration short,
cause I'm grown attached to you,
can't imagine life without you.

Now dance is our declarative,
to each other an imperative.
We'll dance tonight, with more to come,
you by my side, dancing on and on.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved