
Pollyanna is misunderstood.
She does not smile because
her world is perfect.
She smiles because
nothing is.
No disappointment finds its way
to destroy her imperfectly happy day.

Pollyanna is misunderstood.
She does not smile because
her world is perfect.
She smiles because
nothing is.
No disappointment finds its way
to destroy her imperfectly happy day.
Filed under POETRY
TIME TO DANCE
Beats sound
a groundless thump
against the heated air
of bodies dancing
worry laid bare.
To dance, to leap,
To sing, to weep.
Undulation and ululation
sound the escape
with brave elation.
Dance, dance
with butterflies and bees
as if life depends upon it.
Flutter and flit
On currents of air.
Rhythm and blues
are every day news.
Dance, dance.
Sound the best with feet
lifted above despair.
Dance, dance
with joy unabated.
Float like lilies
on pads created
To go with the flow.
Dance into the future.
Dance down the past.
Dance up the present.
Dance as if this chance
may be your last.