The Dance
A Poem
It’s all become a dance now…
It starts in my mind and moves throughout the limbs of my body.
A move to the left: “Can I start you out with some drinks?”
A twirl to the right: “Are you ready to order?”
I smile, I laugh and as I float to the soda machine, my tables are laughing and talking.
Coffee cups and saucers, and the clinging of great cheer.
The Dance has begun!
Sharing and pulsating,
Walking and passing,
Crunching ice and the balancing act;
Refilling with no spilling…
In the meantime, checking your dance shoe-strings
they gotta stay tight!
Dim light warms the room, as day passes to night,
Quiet somber thoughts through a beer and a book;
First date, last fight,
Contemplation,
A meal before a flight-
It’s all become a dance now…
As I take flight, removing plates; the show ends soon.
No mistakes!
I tip-toe to the back room, that’s my green-room
Checking my costume
For stains-
and my face for lack of them.
This dance has run a very long time
I look to my Council in rhyme:
An invitation to the Ball
I am grateful and I am small,
To have even been able to dance at all.
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Love that you made us feel like we are there with you, beautiful writing
Beautiful.
nice..
I can't dance, and I am from Jamaica. Lol. I am glad you are able to dance.
Love the energy throughout this piece!
Love it❤️
As a poet I must say this is beautiful
Beautiful imagery and associations... I look forwards to reading more!
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Cute poem!
A poem that is totally related to me. I had done that dance for many years! I loved it, can't wait to read more from you!
Personally, I'm not fond of poems. I find them confusing. This poem on the other hand made sense to me and was really good. I wouldn't mide reading more by you.
Wonderful work... Now I'm dying to write.
Been there, did the dance and loved it
Lovely! I can ‘hear’ the restaurant in your beautiful dance.
I love it.
lol and then I signed in, nice;)
i love how lyrical this is, the flow from word to word & idea to idea felt like a dance. thank you
A perfect description of working in the restaurant business!
I enjoyed this/ how I feel when things click
I enjoyed reading. It really is a dance to be a waiter or waitress in a crowded restaurant and definitely an art to getting all customers served. Hearted and subscribed ❤️
Good one.
Such a sweet way to describe working in hospitality. Brought some joy to my day!