28 August
steps
her steps were like the dancers
in an old fashioned musical
up some and then back down
down again and up some more
never a discernible pattern
at least not so far
at least not one to pick out
the first step is the hardest
no matter how many times it is taken
but I don't believe that
it's the step you've lost count of
that's the most difficult
the one you can't remember if you took or not
or where it led to
or if it ever even had a starting point
her steps were always quiet ones
tippy toe steps
that no one could hear
or notice at all
as it turned out
now there was a route mapped out
now she followed a path
now she could hear the steps she took
on her own journey
see her footprints in the fog
now she sang and danced in her own musical
stepped in time to her own rhythm
now she noticed
poetry jam
her steps were like the dancers
in an old fashioned musical
up some and then back down
down again and up some more
never a discernible pattern
at least not so far
at least not one to pick out
the first step is the hardest
no matter how many times it is taken
but I don't believe that
it's the step you've lost count of
that's the most difficult
the one you can't remember if you took or not
or where it led to
or if it ever even had a starting point
her steps were always quiet ones
tippy toe steps
that no one could hear
or notice at all
as it turned out
now there was a route mapped out
now she followed a path
now she could hear the steps she took
on her own journey
see her footprints in the fog
now she sang and danced in her own musical
stepped in time to her own rhythm
now she noticed
poetry jam
Powerful! Sometimes we have to go through painful steps to become aware and appreciative.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of singing and dancing in one's own musical really...and stepping in time to one's own rhythm. I think we each have to somehow find our own beat....even if sometimes difficult to do.
ReplyDeletesmiles...we each have to find our own rhythm...our own dance...we can not dance that of another....i am glad she is now a noticer...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of her growing awareness and the optimism that can be felt at the end of your poem!
ReplyDeleteWe were both in a dancing mood today :-) This is such a thoughtful poem, we do lose track and it's important to remember where we've been and where we're going. Nice images too
ReplyDeleteThis is very thought provoking. I like the way it ends.
ReplyDeleteFinding your own dance that suits you is always best even if it is solo!
ReplyDeleteVery creative poetry with a very insightful message ~ thanks, carol, xo
ReplyDeleteSuch a thoughtful dance routine! Even alone much can be taken in to be happily dancing! Wonderful!
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.... now she sang and danced in her own musical ~~ a painful reminder of watching Alzheimer's disease steal my mother's mind. Beautiful, beautiful poetry.
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ReplyDeleteeach step.... new experience and prudence....beautifully expressed
Had to smile at tippy toe steps, love that she found her own rhythm.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful ... I'm thinking that I often have not thought of the rhythm of my steps until I felt confused or forgetful or unsure ... and then I thought of every step I took until I I was back on an even keel ...
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