More Poetry by Robert R. Woods

April 8, 2013

   So, here's a new poem I promised. I worked on it all day... feel it's just right... but as it always go... I may look at tomorrow and find all kinds of mistakes:

Kimm Dancing

She leaves the Earth if only for a moment

and we the pebbles, dirt and dust beneath
her tiny dancer’s feet mistake her  legs for sky.
The swirling currents that her whirling generates,
A cyclone softly smiling down on us,
a gentle grin of soft-soled shoes adoring us.

Jealous, are we? No.

We who sweat away our lives
doing this and that to just survive,
the shadows which she casts
as she leaps and pirouettes
become the welcomed shade
for all who are afraid,
for all still tethered to the graveyard grip of gravity.

I watch Kimm dance and hope and dream

that I can learn to live, to fly, to be free,
if only half as well as she.

—rrw o4-o8-13