Saturday, February 21, 2009
What is the shelf life of the hope I bought?
How can I believe in what I think not-ought?
My future tied to shadows that I have long fought
I implore, I carve on the mast I lean on:
Let me see, let me breathe, let me go ashore…
When I was a girl so little
I had feelings oh so brittle
A soul so fragile that it’ll
Shatter and forever remain
On the discount aisle of a misunderstood peoples store…
So afraid of the status quo’s future dispositions
And so not brave to consider risky propositions
Given that there are no listed shattered souls auditions
I remain here on this shiprwreck and hope
That I sleep long and silent and that I dream no more…
Picture: Girl at the Mirror by Norman Rockwell
Posted by Danzarin at 9:23 PM
Monday, February 16, 2009
Another one has come and gone. I danced, made new friends, learned more about places, people, moments, and yet I cannot say that I am wiser for it... A festival is a festival. I am who I am. Not much will change. I will get over the hangover effect. My senses will numb, the bruises on my feet will fade away, and disappear, tangolessness will seem almost bearable once again...and I will wait for the next one...
Posted by Danzarin at 8:23 PM