The first few lines brought the song Lonesome Loser to mind and then I couldn't get that darned song out of my head. Your words speak to so many thoughts and ideas all at the same which is very interesting and I love the way you put it all together - sort of haphazardly so that one thought moves into the next - but in the end I'm still singing to Little River Band :)
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
the Little River Band was such a diverse group...every hit of theirs sounded so different...
.. read morethe Little River Band was such a diverse group...every hit of theirs sounded so different...
thank you for your kind review.
When I first came upon this, I was thinking it meant chasing after different PEOPLE . . . but now that I've read it, I'm thinking this is about chasing after meaningless superficial trappings, as if such "sashaying off the cuff" represents feelings of love or living with heart. It's so clever, all the ways you paint the "prom" scenario with sad little realities, such as acknowledging the extreme expense of chasing such hearts and fantasies. I had an experience this morning where a high-falutin' friend commented that my life is sad (based on my broken fence poem yesterday) . . . but living in a world of meaningless trappings can also be sad, in my book, as painted so forlornly in this poem of yours.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
i really like your take on this poem, barleygirl...
thank you for your words.
.. read morei really like your take on this poem, barleygirl...
I never went to my prom, but this metaphor makes a lot of sense. I think in some ways we all are who we were in high school. Some of us were social butterflies, others nerds. Those labels stick later in life. Still, we try. We want to be what we are not. We want to be with the ones we can't...or shouldn't...have. Someone is going to lose and all too often that someone is yourself. Still, we dance.....and we continue. It is a form of masochism if you ask me. Great write. Lydi**
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
love your insight, Lydi...yes, we can still dance....
Definitely no wishing well here. I read this twice and each time the image came up of an old nursing home giving a dance night and all the poor souls with just a step or two left waiting for that dance.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
interesting take, andrew....i like it, and can fit...
i appreciate your thoughtful in.. read moreinteresting take, andrew....i like it, and can fit...
that last line is so apropos to the dumbing down of American society. I remember wearing a cape to my Prom with a red lining..My date was so furious with how I looked she refused to dance with me. It was the very first and certainly the most important lessons of my life. First, be prepared to frustrate others..
it will be the basis of all poetry writing. Second, when no one understands the songs you like, dance with yourself. and third, red beings out the worse in some people....lol.
Those who say they love you wont dance along to your missteps. wonderful poem my friend......dana
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
and a wonderful and interesting review...i have had so much fun reading the varied interpretations o.. read moreand a wonderful and interesting review...i have had so much fun reading the varied interpretations of this piece.
thank you, dana.
I love the mood you convey. I think the way you have written it down reads a little different in style than others by you but your thoughts are very relatable for me. My mind moved along your lines in a sad dance of words and feelings.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for relating and for your kind words, Vanessa.
j.
8 Years Ago
My pleasure. This one is one of my favs among all your other great writings. I saved it.
Relationships have become so short
And the way men behave is so shocking
It's like catching a bus
And women indulge in this
By accepting to be in this social circle
Instead of saying
Everything takes time
The element of time is very much disrespected
Everything is so easy .... so fast
You touch upon a reality with your wit
Bravo Jacob
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..