Nothing is tangible
Moments are mists over rivers
fast flowing downstream.
Each day, an exhalation of breath,
of air, of light,
lost thoughts, sweet rememberence.
Nothing is static
and longings are melodies
that lie within the songs of larks,
and the singing winds
and endlessly moving moons
that reap a flooding chorus
out of every new day.
All is in movement.
All is in motion,
the spirals of time,
taking all we are,
all we are,
up and out and over
and into the rolling magnificence
of our palaces of love and despair,
of hope and fear.
The: Loco-Motion was a popular song and dance decades ago, but you are probably too young to remember that. The singer called herself 'Little Eva'. I enjoyed your poem, by the way.
thank you, Kim. I loved dancing the Loco-Motion! ! I am now 63 and still love the music!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Suzy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks