Scarecrow Dances
A case of the almost
tapping into the deed:
I dance in daylight,
but never on stairs
nor in countable
patterns, the wind
and birds my only
partners. When the
left arm twitches
counter to the right
hand’s frisk, my
head swivels with
the breeze, catching
my feet in pointe,
a moment endured
in humor. Luther
Robinson switched names
with his brother Bill
and became Bojangles,
but my brothers remain
nameless and silent,
flapping without desire
or intent. Why am I
as I am, born of no
mother, stitched and
stuffed, never nurtured
but left to become this
fluttering entity, thinking,
always thinking, whirling,
flowing rhythmically
in sequence, in time
to unheard music?
No one answers me.
But for now, I dance.
“Scarecrow Dances” first appeared in The Blue Nib in September 2016.
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you for reblogging!
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Wish I were so flexible! Wanna go outdoors and DANCE with abandon …
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Then you must! And as far as flexibility goes, I’m there with you.
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The scarecrow has a rather fetching scarf…just saying…
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It is, isn’t it? Wish I could say I had something to do with it, but the only thing I chose was the photo. 🙃
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😂 Heh, but you make up for it with a smashing poem!
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😃
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This is wonderful.
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Thank you, Leslie. Scarecrow has been enjoyable to work with.
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Lovely! I am going to ask my son to read this without the title and see if he can guess the subject.
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Thank you, Annika. And please report the results.
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Gorgeous
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Thank you, Candice!
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You my friend never let us down.
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Ah, Candice, you are so kind!
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That scarecrow has a brain and – a heart – and rhythm…
no stuffed shirt that one.
Your poem toe-tapping and heart-touching great.
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Scarecrow has quite the personality. If you google “scarecrow okaji” you’ll find other scarecrow poems that’ve been published during the past year.
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“I am a species of stitched remnants and expectation”
I love it!!
off to read more now.
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😁
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Its words describe an old-time, mundane object, but it revealed layers to me, no partner, but a dancing mirror.
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A mirror! Yes!
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Ah, a fresh take on things! Thanks for this one.
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So pleased you find it so, David. Thank you.
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Glad to have found your site (and thanks also for stopping by mine, which in turn led me here). Some lovely images in this poem; I love the idea of dancing to unheard music. Cheers.
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Thank you for your kind comments and for dropping by.
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What a lovely poem! Great work 🙂
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Thanks very much!
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