Writing in memory
and distance
of those rampant
fiddles and flutes;
of those swaying dances
over drunken floors
and sailing seas;
the jigs in heaven,
rock and roll,
ups and downs
between a nod and a wink -
the forever being,
cynically, hopeful
in the flux of things
that knock us flat
or cheer us on.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 10:19 PM UTC
Writing in memory
and distance
of those rampant
fiddles and flutes;
of those swaying dances
over drunken floors
and sailing seas;
the jigs in heaven,
rock and roll,
ups and downs
between a nod and a wink -
the forever being,
cynically, hopeful
in the flux of things
that knock us flat
or cheer us on.