I have been busy, and making a lot of music, but that's nothing new. Anyway - here I am. For at least one day.
Our oldest granddaughter, Amanda, spent a week in New York with the Rockettes, then the following two weeks at the Cecchetti Ballet Council of America Summer Intensive at Hope College here in Michigan.
But all that is in the past now, so I wonder . . .
in quiet darkness
does the stage floor remember
feeling dancers' feet
does the stage floor remember
feeling dancers' feet
~~::~~
with every new step
an implicit decision
to turn or go straight
~~::~~
in damp forest leaves
a scurrying brown squirrel
startles moose and goose
~~::~~
a thin strand quivers
at the touch of six small feet
orb weaver's delight
~~::~~
These are wonderful -- I'm enjoying the orb weaver's delight -- but I'm especially enjoying your wonderful, mysterious first poem -- !
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful to have you back, JzB - moose and goose were missed! :)
ReplyDeleteDoes the stage floor remember...makes me wonder...and wander...
No excuses needed JzB ... i am glad to see you here again ... you, and moose, goose and spider were missed. Hope all is well ... What a wonderful series of haiku you have shared. Your first is awesome and mysterious, but your last is really my favorite ... Namaste
ReplyDeleteI wondered where you were...and here you are--in excellent form! Thank you for these little gems, especially the stage floor, which I am sure remembers all those scuffling feet.
ReplyDeleteNamaste, my friends.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visits and the kind words.
Cheers!
JzB
Delightful to see you here, whenever you are able.
ReplyDeleteAh, I see what you mean - the stage and steps, like walls having ears :)
The form I used I was told was a renga, basically two haiku with two lines of 7 syllables in the middle. Sometimes when a single ku is not enough to tell the story I extend it. Thank you for your visit and kind words.
Continued success with the music you make, instrumental or otherwise :)