Never One to Dance (A Poem)
Special thanks to Will Hull for the poetic prompt -
What’s My What? I Can’t Hear You, I’m Dancing.
Kramming M.A.S.H., Def Leppard and Cheech and Chong into one prompted limerick
I never knew how to dance very well, so I never really tried.
I poured my musical energy into being a competent guitar guy.
Sweet fingers O Mine,
I tried so hard to refine.
But player was I not, merely a parrot who appeared to fly.
Too many songs to choose from, the ones that moved my heart.
Music was as close to a religion as I could find amid my lot.
When Ozzy would drone
‘Mama, I’m Coming Home…’
It was magic for the moment, then minutes later it was not.
When Petty sang about Learning to Fly, it helped me come around.
In the end though, this musical parrot never got off the ground.
The Great Wide Open was there,
but my wings hit a snare.
And I exiled my dancing hands, never again to make sound.
The dance is now mere a nod of the head as I continue on my way.
Still too many songs to choose from, the love will never really fade.
But never can I rewind,
For I crave my Peace of Mind.
I was never meant to be the star shining, living up on the stage.
If video killed the radio star, it was delusion that killed my dream.
I asked the girl “Don’t Treat Me Bad’, but she never heard my plea.
The Love of a Lifetime;
Gone here in my time.
Exit light, enter night. Musical heart on life support, forever. C’est la Vie.