Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Conversation with Time

Has it been so long ago,
those nights,
nights when I danced for hours
to the loud beat
and the flashing lights,
glittering over the swaying bodies,
rich with the smell of smoke
and beer
and sweat
and lust
all wrapping around the music?

I tell you, Time,
the me in here
remembers just how it felt
to have the music
and the movement
take me places
beyond the taste of bourbon
and the flashing lights
and dreams of youth
and expectation.

I know you’ve heard it all before,
but still,
I cling to the memory,
and as the river of my life passes on,
I'm still the girl
who could dance all night
lost in the music,
and even as I sit and knit
and watch the minutes tick into hours,
I can be there again with just a thought.


  1. memories of our youth, we cannot replay, but still we have our dreams and imagination of what could be our future. And Bob Dylon sang = "the times they are a changin"

  2. Nothing is as certain as change!

  3. Ah yes, so many memories. Not all do I love, but many.

  4. This is beautiful! Your poem describes the passage of time so well. I really do enjoy your poetry :)

  5. Oh, I'm glad you do. I'm a pretty compulsive poet. LOL.