(Poem 333 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
The beat is what
slips into the cracks
and fills every potential
with movement.
The lyrics are what
slide into awareness
and sing an unforgettable
melody effortlessly.
Then, it is only natural
to grab your partner
by the hand and wind
up dancing all night.
@Home Studio – 333rd poem of the year
Runner ups for the Dancing Robots photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 316 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/aqLk7a https://gencraft.ai/p/XaodDL
Dance, little girl
when the music
calls to you
and starts
your feet twirling
When your heart
makes you soar
in pattern with the birds
whose wings beat time
to the rhythm that is you
When the sky’s painted
hues look like melted
cotton candy and the trees
sign your name
with their branched hands
This joy that you feel
is the song
of your birthright
and proof that the universe
was built as your playground.
@Home Studio – 316th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Wind photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 59 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Seething anger
must be aimed
at an enemy,
or else.
If there is no
target, they risk
ricochet; with no
one else to hurt,
they have to feel
all the pain.
@Home Studio – 59th poem of the year (after watching the 2021 version of Westside Story with Debbie, Yulia, and Celinda)
Spielberg, Steven. Westside Story. Amblin Entertainment, TSG Entertainment, Dec. 10, 2021.
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