I went to a friend’s dance the other day — more of a contemplative — almost spiritual — event than a party/social theme. Surprisingly, I felt like an outsider … especially since I didn’t realize there were unwritten rules about no texting (my primary form of creative efforts these days) and no talking. The next several poems are about that. Lest anyone misunderstand, I am NOT being critical of these people or the group… it’s simply an observation of how I didn’t fit in… much to my disapointment.
Old friends embrace/
and Dance,/
while I, solemn-faced,/
sway, text, and don’t chance/
2 jump and sway/
and prance/
the long, slow, energetic way/
they can./
I rock.
Alternative ending after I was told to put my texting phone away:
Old friends embrace,/
Dance,/
while I, solemn-faced,/
stay and don’t chance/
2 jump, sway/
and prance/
the long, slow, creative way/
they can./
I can’t create/
my say.