https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-16 -- http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/The Tuesday Platform: You are a Poet! (Poems in April ~ Day 16)

CHATTING WITH MAGALY : Why Prose at Poets United?

I sit quietly before the computer, on this still spring morning.  The door slightly ajar, in hopes some lost words will find their way into the studio.  Like a trap, I’ve set.  Just waiting for you to appear.  To give me a direction in which to go.  I check my trap, no words with which to begin…

I pull a book of words from the shelf, I open the book in search of a beginning.  The book by Eduardo Galeano, Children of the Days, a calendar of human history.  I find the page, April 16. Here Eduardo tells about another book, his anthology of flamenco songs, nine hundred couplets from the Gypsy songbook of Andalusia. 

One caught my eye:

The day that you were born

A piece of heaven fell to earth.

Not until you cease to live

Will heaven regain its girth.

He goes on to tell that the critics panned the book.“  Flamenco’s cante jondo evoked their scorn, because it was written by Gypsies.  But that’s why these couplets carry their music with them, in their clapping palms and in their stamping feet.”

There was a time I decided to learn to dance the Flamenco.  I wanted my movements on the outside to match my feelings of sorrow on inside.  I signed up for the class, got the special red shoes, with taps on the soles and tried to move my feet as the other dancers did.  

My days as a Flamenco dancer included many missteps, but their music of “deep song,” songs that seemed to be torn from the heart, certainly met my present mood, even if my feet couldn’t keep up.  Slow to learn the complex steps that were required.    

 April 16, 2019

https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/04/chatting-with-magaly-why-prose-at-poets.html

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Catch to Release

Have you noticed

When you catch something

It takes over your life

You can think of nothing else

Catch a cold

Down for the count

All stuffed up

Can’t breathe

Get bitten by the love bug

Obsessed

Day and night

He’s the one, I’m sure

Catch a fish in the river

The most fun in the world

Write a poem

Turn around, write another

I am good at catching something

But not so good at release

Unless, it is a butterfly

Resting on my thumb

Toss it in the air

Just to watch it fly

April 16, 2019

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-16
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-tuesday-platform-you-are-poet-poems.html
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