Poetry

While the poetry of several friends has always moved me, there are times when a particular poem evokes the image of a 3 dimensional work. As words and work are coupled, they will be featured together on their own page.

CITY GRAVEYARD (an excerpt)

 I've never seen anyone lay flowers there
     or stop to check the scripting
         on those ancient announcements,
             if the families were Lutheran or Jewish,
                 if they died young or old
                     or were planted together.
                         355 moves too fast
                             and we are speeding
                                 to our deaths
                                     too quickly to take names.

Judith Whiton (jhwhitOn@msn.com)

THE DANCER (an excerpt)

Architect of calluses, deliberator
of ruthless moments,
she peels dawn from each night.
Late afternoon
unhinges the cleave of her body,
the tilt of her head, the toes
curled tight in soiled pink shoes ...

Annaliese Jakimides (amamama@usa.net)

DANCERWOMAN

I am a dancerwoman.
You are a dancerwoman.
The truth is we are all dancerwomen
capable of dancing our deepest energies
into the light of the everyday,
in front of friends, family, neighbors and the unknowable people we pass over, through and by.
We are dancerwomen
capable of dancing out fear or pain,
disappointment and discovery, passion and the pulse of what we cannot yet name.
The more we dance it up and put it out there –
the more we create, the more we become, the more we discover.

Annaliese Jakimides (amamama@usa.net)