On the dawn you danced before me,
An only child alone and wild.
There we fell.
Wysteria, did he teach you how to dance?
Did he bring you paper fans to hide your secret?
It’s life and it’s dying,
and I touched her on the sleeve–
Tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how.
Yearnings unanswered . . .
Do they still bloom just
At night and die at sunrise?
Burning your eyes,
But in those eyes I wasn’t sure if I saw doubt or gratitude.
It’s the way it’s been done since the old days.
Where are the children that we
used to be?
My life has been a poor attempt
Denied a simpler fate.
To save his heart,
Capture the moment
As the flicker of the candles
And the morning will blow away
Where our wishes forever reside.
This poem is a cento, from the prompt at We Write Poems. What is a cento? I didn’t know either, but it was fun.
First gather some poem lines from one other writer (from one or more poems they’ve written), then without changing any of the content (beyond simple punctuation perhaps) select, rearrange and assemble a new poem from those poem lines.
I did this and chose, as one of my fellow contributors did a musician. Mine was Dan Fogelberg. We were to choose a writer that moves us, that we turn to for light and renewal. I love Fogelberg’s lyrics and wondered what I might do with them. The above was created from lines from his songs “The Innocent Age,” “Wysteria,” “The Reach,” “Dancing Shoes,” “Leader of the Band,” “Same Auld Lang Syne,” and “Only the Heart May Know.”
Who do you read or listen to when you need a lift?