Not So Simple

Composed 1/28/17
Description: A theme I’ve been trying to capture the last couple of days. Given a boost by today’s daily prompt: automatic. Let me know what you think!

You and I have this syncopated dance
Back and forth both
Bold and uncertain and
Automatic
But the dance is a code that I cannot break

This would be easy if words were spoken
But we hide in intelligent quips and
Clever connotations
Our words circle and spin
Which makes my elation
Hesitant and foreboding

I try
And fail
To see through your eyes for
Truly mine are too shy

How I envy those whose hearts
Pour out through their lips without pause
All they have to do is say yes or no but
We dance around while I yearn for a single phrase

Isn’t this supposed to be
Simple?

Better than Counting Sheep

Composed 1/10/15
Description: How do you prepare your mind for sleep?

1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
waltz away the thoughts with me

1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
whisk me off to heavenly dreams

let’s both leave the world behind
comfort me with words divine
whisper in my ear

ease me, gently, off to sleep
my love
when you’re not here

Opening Up

Composed 9/16/13
Description: n/a

As a dancer
It’s not strange to hold hands
Or get whisked around in another’s arms
But when was the last time
I really felt skin or
Noticed the vibrant blue veins
That flex with the pressure of your grip?

Have I ever really looked
Into your eyes?
Have I ever been awake
In your presence?
How could I have slept
Under the pressure of your gaze
Purple, piercing,
Into my mind?

But now I dance in green rain
Cold and breathing for the first time
Eyes open and fixed
As cords wrap around our fingers
And take root in our souls

As my spine straightens
And I choke on blue
I could fall for anyone
Maybe even you

Snapshot

Composed 1-3/2010
Description: This is a piece I wrote for a creative writing class my senior year of high school. I loved that class, and this was by far the favorite thing I wrote for it. This piece was a practice in describing scenery. We were to pick a time period and location, do research on it (including clothing, games of the time, etc.), and describe an accurate “scene” from that time period using the elements we researched. So, while it lacks much of a plot, remember: the point of it was to depict an accurate, vivid atmosphere of the time period/location. It’s something you might see at the beginning of a chapter. It must have made an impression on me, as I would go to join swing club my sophomore year in college and become an avid swing dancer.. and next year I’ll be the president of the swing club!

It seemed appropriate to post it today: the day of my university’s spring swing dance!

This piece had the privilege of being published in the 2010 Spring Edition of Anderson University’s Literary Arts Magazine.

Shadowed by the high walls of the alley they waited, huddled around the door as if to fight off the night’s wintry chill. For many tense minutes they spoke only in muted whispers, but soon an excited murmur rippled through the dense crowd as the guard finally permitted entrance. Both music and light leaked out through the crack of the open door, and, jittery with excitement, each guest shouldered and squeezed his way to the front.

The wooden dance floor teemed with young men and women. Had it not been for the vibrant pinks and blues of the ladies’ dresses, however, all would have faded into the darkness behind veils of gray smoke. Light burst forth, yet, from the stage, where a dribble of sweat sparkled briefly before slipping down the deep brown skin of a trumpet player’s brow. The saxophonist, drummer, and pianist too suffered from the heat of bright lights and a snug stage; though, they continued to pierce the air with the clear, high riffs and syncopated beats thousands had come to love due to the popularity of the radio.

Below the stage, mini rainbows formed as the ladies spun in their colorful skirts. Their parents would have shunned their exposed knees and collarbones, but the young women only laughed as their partners joined them in the Charleston or swung them up into the air in the more daring Lindy hop. The way their bodies smoothly flowed from one position to the other gave one the impression of flying and inspired daydreams of Charles Lindbergh’s recent solo flight over the Atlantic Ocean. Continue reading

The Effect of Dancing

Composed 4/23/13
Description: Basically a description of my evening. It’s getting close to finals week, tonight was swing club officer elections (p.s. I’m the new president!!!), etc. At one point in the evening, I was feeling very flustered. However, right after the peak of my flustered-ness, I stepped out onto the floor to dance… and I felt almost giddy nearly instantly.

Too many tests
Election stress
That awkward guy
Wants to call me tonight
My face turns red
Just strike me dead
Big band plays
I’m swept away

Twelve seconds on the floor
All my troubles are no more