Tuesday, February 22, 2011 at 10:55AM My very very sweet friend Jameelah told me that this lovely dancer reminds her of my poetry...
As a teen I danced what they call "lyrical" now. This means the world to me. <3
Saturday, April 11, 2009 at 11:49AM My brain swollen with red pulsing lightning bolts
Whimpers and rolls about
Waiting for respite.
It’s raining today…
if my head wasn’t a throbbing ping-pong match I would put on my flip-flops
and dance in the rain with my children
One warm fall night… Indian summer
When we first moved into our new home
My family enjoyed a glorious rain dance
A joyous public shower made available
In the private shadows of the night sky
Laughing to the rhythm of the twinkling stars
We embraced the pearlescent glow of the gentle moon
Fingers and arms played with water and light
Feet made musical waves in the new pools on our front porch
Dancing
Praising God for home
For rain
For love
For family
For the path
For the moment
Smiling free as children
The rain wet our faces and clothes
Splashed into our spirits and moistened our hearts
What would the neighbors think?
Maybe that some crazy people moved next door
Maybe that they wished they could be innocent like us
For even just a moment worshiping
In unison, primal, unique, free
Kicking puddles in the safe blanket of darkness
Like a dream, like a movie, like a poem
I wish today were like that day
With thick shards of glass slicing my thoughts I can’t even laugh
The rain tapping on my pain looks cold and gray
Steely, uninviting
Reverberating in my head like bad memories
My heart beats tiny kicking feet into the backs of my eyes
I want respite
God warm the rain
Erase the ache
Like a marionette, pick up the threads and make me dance
Until it’s real again
I don’t care that it’s not
I just want to go through the motions
~JRosado 4/11/09