For some reason I feel like dancing. Maybe it's because it's Friday! Yay!
Since I've got dancing on my mind, I thought I'd share the first two stanzas of a surprising poem by Cornelius Eady, "The Empty Dance Shoes."
My friends,Make sure you read the rest here to find out the number of different things that can be compared to empty dance shoes.
As it has been proven in the laboratory,
An empty pair of dance shoes
Will sit on the floor like a wart
Until it is given a reason to move.
Those of us who study inertia
(Those of us covered with wild hair and sleep)
Can state this without fear:
The energy in a pair of shoes at rest
Is about the same as that of a clown
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I loved this! Those first two words ("My friends . . .") set up such a Harold Hill (the con man lead in "The Music Man") vibe for me. (Damned free association.)
ReplyDeleteI'm going to look at everything left undone as an empty pair of dance shoes now.
Thanks for sharing, Diane.
I became an Eady fan back in the 90s. Love what does. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it, Ladies! So, which one of you has a pair of red shoes?
ReplyDeleteI don't think I have red anything. A turtleneck maybe.
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! Thanks for joining the Poetry Friday gathering this week, too.
ReplyDeleteSylvia
Welcome, Sylvia!
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