washing the dishes I dance to the beat
my hips swing the rhythm along
my heart times the pattern
I scrub in the foam
phone ringing silent ignored
with all that I have, here in the house that I own
paid for with sweat I gave willing
the floors ones I chose for the tap of my feet
the sound of a drum
in my dancing
the contact alights and pierces the dim
the comforting shadow breaks, fleeing
but music intercedes and the air here is calm
I'd opened the window
to hear it
birds in the forest, the sounds of alone
the sounds of no screaming or horns
the sound of bouncing swing twines among them easily
I dance without you
I am home
About the Creator
Corwynna
I'm a 28 year old writer and biologist with a million hobbies and enough passion for all of them!
Explore my music, stories, and homebrew on my site:
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As a singer/songwriter, this poem truly reaches in and takes me home. Music may not be a cure all, but it certainly is a heal all. LOVE this!