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My Uncle's Getting Married
My uncle's getting married
in the church at Broad and High.
He's wearing a tuxedo,
cummerbund and bolo tie.
After all the boring stuff,
it's off to the party house.
We'll eat a fancy dinner
and we'll toast his brand new spouse.
The fun will really start then,
the groom will dance his bride,
we'll do the Macarena,
chicken dance, electric slide.
We'll boogie woogie, bump and grind,
we'll limbo way down low.
We'll shimmy, shake, we'll shuffle, swing
we'll do our best disco.
And when the bride says, "One more dance!"
the conga line she leads.
We ribbon all around the room,
we curve, we swerve, we weave.
A snake of happy revelers,
the young and old alike,
connected hand to waist to back,
we dance away the night.
I'm giving myself permission to have more fun with this project. I don't think I can write 25 more poems that are exactly about the wonders. So anything at all about the wonder that inspires me is fair game.
Can you tell how I got today's poem from the image of the Great Wall? I hope you can see the conga line in the photo!
Here's Kevin's beautiful poem, Walls Won't Hold Us.
Here's Carol's poem about the Catacombs from yesterday, at Carol's Corner.
Here's Kevin's beautiful poem, Walls Won't Hold Us.
Here's Carol's poem about the Catacombs from yesterday, at Carol's Corner.
My poem over at notegraphy: https://notegraphy.com/dogtrax/note/745725
ReplyDeleteWalls won't hold us:
Even from this faraway view
with me, on this side;
on the other side, you;
These walls won't hold us.
Walls won't hold us:
My paper airplane floats
a-flutter of ideas
scribbled in handwritten notes;
No, walls won't hold us.
Walls won't hold us:
For through this barricade
I'm remembering your whispers
of the love we made;
These walls? Won't hold us.
I figured it out when you wrote "ribbon", because each time I see your pictures, I start thinking about what I might write, Mary Lee. I guess writing about these wonders could become a bit ponderous, couldn't it? Love that dancing rhythm!
ReplyDeleteI love that you went in a completely different direction today. The alliteration and meter in this poem are really terrific, lots of fun to read. And Kevin's is amazing. Kind of embarrassed to even post this- today I went with an abecedarian.
ReplyDelete“Great Wall of China”
after approximately 2,000 years of
building and bloodshed by
countrymen, criminals, and cavalry, and
decrees by determined dynasties
earth dragon extends five thousand miles east to west,
fortification against fierce invaders
great wall zigs and zags over
hills, deserts, grasslands, and mountains
impervious to intruders
jewel of Asia, unmentioned
killed thousands, or maybe millions
loss of lives lessened by this
miracle of manpower
no machines used in construction
power provided by people
Qi’s greatest triumph
relentlessly repaired and renovated
strengthened by signal towers
touted by tourists and travelogues
unused parts in disrepair, even used as
village playgrounds, variously vandalized but
welcomed wanderers walk wall
extolling evidence of
yesterday’s
zealous achievement.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2014
I love that you looked at the wall and saw a conga line!
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