she reaches out before her,
gazing longingly into the sky,
and draws her arms back to her side.
her chest rises and falls.
her feet begin to push against
the ice and she glides like
a dove riding atop a gentle breeze.
she crosses her steps with elegance and
swiftly flies to the end of her terrain.
as she turns to return,
her knees dip and spring,
propelling her into the air.
her legs cross at her ankles
and she becomes a twisting airplane.
her feet find a landing on her thin blade.
she leans into the center of the rink,
clutching her leg,
and spins with a slow, melodic grace.
as she lowers into a crouch, her tempo rises,
and she becomes a brilliant storm on ice.
again she rises and she strikes a stellar pose, head high--
she tells her audience
the queen has arrived,
and she wears ice skates.

You can't change your physicality,
but you can change your thoughts.

My dream....

My dream is an elusive  mistress as I seem to consistently miss it
It's a constantly running wonderland rabbit
To be frank, I need to stop splitting hares about it
Anyway, I wanna become a skater, or sedated I'm not sure which.
Nah I'm just kidding I have a desire to command concrete
Either with inline blades or a four wheeled board,
Whichever I can pick up first
And whichever I can allow to inspire and enhance my verse

A skating poet huh? I like it

Silver blade makes me feel nice.
The only thing I trust.
As the blade slices through the ice.
The blade turns to rust.
Years and years.
Of practicing and falling.
Of sweat, blood and tears.
Sometimes all I want to do is play volley.
But I would rather skate.
Skating is my best friend.
I am never late.
I am in the rink until the day ends.
Skating.
Ice Skating.

Trought these rought and cracked sreet.
Seems to remind me of life strugles and dispares.
But just like my skateboard that keeps going foward with every push I take.
I see know that no matter how big a problem, you got to keep pushing.
For the road is everlasting, but its time we dont have so just keep
Pushing.

Sometimes I sit out in the sunlight
And watch the clouds blow above my head
And then I look over to the right
Yeah, you
And I don't say anything

I'm just in a daze
I want to go skate
But it's rainy it's wet
my emotions are spinning
I'm thinking about you
As I lay here
Drenched in the grass

Wish you'd come my way
We could look up at the stars
I grab your hand and I tell you all the things I've been trying to say
From here to there across the trussle
My naive status could still be sane
And now I'm just jumping in puddles
Dancing in the rain.

There's a saying that the good girls always fall for the bad boys
I'm beginning to believe it's true
Everything about you makes me feel some type of way
I'm starting to get confused
Aw you're so cute
I really wish you knew

© 2014 Samantha Girouard-Holt

Rock and roll wheels
thump and trill
a roller skating rhythm.

Z-ray suits light
colors all a-glowing.

With the greatest of ease
roller skaters' moods
dazzel us with wheel music.