Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Dancing with a Bird

A peck at the keyboard,
one letter at a time
all day she sat brainstorming
for words and perfect rhyme.

A special project in her lap
needed lyrical finesse
enough to make you tap it out
with poetical prowess.

At five, she decided to
take a break and surf.
She headed to the union's
creative Wednesday turf.

A prompt she saw of dancing,
she gladly joined right in;
got caught up in the music
recalled a stage full of sin--

Billy Idol, (her teenage idol),
was dancing with himself;
his voice, a vision, took her back
to hidden bottles on a shelf

sneaking into concerts
with a bag of dear Jim Beam
banging to the blasted beat,
a wild side she'd never seen.

And while she sat reflecting
at her desk, with Idol on
a sweet bird started chirping
to the rhythm of the song.

Right outside her window
she could have pet him like a dog,
he sung along with Idol
smashed romancing with his fog.

And then she knew exactly what
her poem would be about;
the day she danced beside a bird,
while Billy Idol sang and shout.



Prompt inspiration~ NWCU- Wednesday Wake-Up Call

12 comments:

Chasing Tao said...

What a finely woven tapestry of words and images you have created Laurie! And look at the gem you nestled within the fabric of your Art, "...She headed to the union's creative Wednesday turf.

And here's another gem, "Billy Idol, (her teenage idol), was dancing with himself;" Very enjoyable all the way around Laurie!

Roger ☺

Karen S. said...

So happy I stopped by- this was really fun!

Brian Miller said...

haha i spent many of my youthful days in the mosh pit...or pulling people out....now that was sin...lol...oy....motley crue...oh my....ran security for the offspring as well one summer....oh my....you took me back...smiles.

Susie Clevenger said...

I love this. Nothing like the song of a bird to dance to. I think I was born dancing. I can remember dancing for my teacher in grade school. Goodness I have danced my way through six decades. Now that's a lot of music. lol

Green Speck said...

Wow ... this was a wonderful poem ... I so loved it :-)

moondustwriter said...

Oh those little creatures at our window bring such delight
glad it was a dance and a song

Natasha Head said...

Laurie! You made it :) And I'm still smiling...I suspect we could share some stories...over coffee...Jim Beam and me don't get along so well, anymore. Thanks so much for bringing this to the table, for sharing some of those memories with us, and as a result...giving us what we need to look back and remember for ourselves. This was wonderful :)

Eva Gallant said...

What a fun poem! A bag of Jim Beam, eh? lol

kaykuala said...

A peck at the keyboard,
one letter at a time
all day she sat brainstorming
for words and perfect rhyme.

Yes, it takes lots of efforts to come up with the rhymes right through! Enjoyed the dancing! Nicely Laurie!

Hank

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

So much fun! I am not a Beam kind of gal, but I was a club gal and had a great time dancing--this brought back memories

mrs mediocrity said...

Oh, this made me smile... both with remembering and for love of birds...

A lovely dance of wit and nostalgia!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Delightful - big smile here.