Adagio

Adagio

Heaven seemingly floats upon valley floor, early mornings,
a sleepy, buttercream sun rising slowly, yawning, stretching
its way over mountain along with me, it seems.
There's a melody playing if one listens closely; adagio bird song,
their pace awakens far more quickly than I; andante swoops into allegro,
as hawk soars, wings vivace upon the breeze.   My heart flutters
along with it, soon soothed by cows like little black piano keys
upon gently sloping hill, larghissimo, as mist evaporates and clears.

by Margaret Bednar, August 24, 2019

This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Sunday Challenge - Play it Again".  I chose "A Word with Laurie - one word: allegro and 8 lines and 1 minute!!!  But it took me two minutes to write this.  And then I did go back and changed a few words so add maybe another 30 seconds.  

It's all Hokey Pokey

It's all Hokey Pokey

Musically gifted, I’m not,

no operatic soprano arias 

nor Demure rhythms from my rendering;

such folderol and fiddle-dy-dee

remain impossible 

even if I had a Fairy Godmother.

Momentary lapses I’ve had; 

karaoke (once, before cell phones, thank God)

and a derring-do on stage,

but usually fist-pump 

if I memorize full lyrics of a song

I’ve known since childhood.

If a bit snookered and a good band,

instantaneously, I’m a dancer; treat the crowd

to a twist (and shout), a few gyrating spins,

a bit of “shaking it all about”.  

Lucidity returns soon enough, 

but the joy of believing, just a smidgen, 

that I'm capable of dancing with the stars,

is my blancmange without the calories...

and that leaves me smug and satisfied.

by Margaret Bednar, June 27, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Get Listed! with Fireblossom" We had a list of words and I think I used 15 (we only had to use 3 - but where is the fun in that?).

I invite you to listen to me read my poem: