An Old Poem: Untitled
We have been in the process of cleaning out some crap that we no longer need… some of it has been in boxes since we moved into our house seven years ago. Saturday, I came across a box that had some old literary magazines from high school. We also found some old high school year books which the kids thought were hilarious. (Did we really look like that?!) My junior and senior year, I was involved with the literary magazine in high school. My senior year, I was actually lucky enough to be an editor. So, I thought it would be fun to share some of the poems/stories that I wrote… so, here is a poem called Untitled that I wrote my senior year.
Dark, humid night.
A deserted park
One lonely street light
An empty amphitheater.
Silent music
Four kids.
Dancing. Twirling.
Jumping. Running.
To music unheard
In the moonlight.
Two pairs,
Awkward couples
Bowing to one another.
One song ends, unheard,
Another begins.
Silently, gleefully
Kids who are adults
Gracefully dance in the moonlight
Draped, in summer clothes,
Yet, wearing beautiful ballroom attire.
Dancing and dancing.
One couple to another.
One big group.
Dancing. Happily dancing.
Until all the musicians
In the Universe
Pack away long, unused instruments
or until the sun rises
breaking the spell.
The ballroom, the ball
Will disappear like magic
And in its place will be
A cement amphitheater
In a sun-kissed park.
