C.N.P Poetry 

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Dancer; Applaud; Puzzle

By: Marianne Lyon


Dancer


dearest body

I do not have a mind

but I embrace holy litany

of inexhaustible emotions

they quick-step me

through tragedy passion

don’t have religion a Christ

but I have you my sun

I waltze you and together

we enkindle burning wild

dear dancing partner

were you like me once

before you were human

did you permit yourself

balance on top of stone

to have higher gaze

did you tango know liberty

nothingness that binds

were you tuned like a harp

against soft wind

did you allow your limbs

to fly settle subside

lie wan exhausted under tenebrous sky

did you rise up twirl

not afraid of unruly storm

did you sleep not afraid of death







Applaud


This dawn I applaud

I applaud sun’s rising

warming my hair

inviting my shadow

to make her entrance

for one more saunter

on this blessed blue marble


I applaud sun’s golden melody

applaud the way she composes

morning overture

demanding to be heard

I lift my hands in adoration

applaud inevitable dissonance

applaud promise of harmony


I applaud these early hours

the way they wrap my

body with blanketed themes

reoccurrings repetitions

some major moments

some minor cacophony


I applaud repetitions

that give me another chance

to make memories memorable

I applaud my awakened heart

for keeping the beat

I applaud my voice

improvising familiar longings


I applaud the applaud

applaud myself

for choosing to applaud

for taking one more jaunt

basking in suns gentle refrain

I applaud that I can applaud

another concert







Puzzle


My whole dazed life

I implored begged

wailed for saints

ecstatic gurus

to awaken rescue

instruct how to live

teach me to write a psalm

that knits pain

into comfort shawl

draft a map endow

guide me from dark chasm

walk me into enlightenment


Know now I have

forfeited precious time

drained myself of fortitude

believe I have been given

another chance today

to avow venture trust

resurrect myself from

the murky quagmire as it

presents itself


Have awakened to notion

I am a puzzle

a breathing box

pieces big and small

each day one or two

emerge some clear

others gauzed

no instructions

but over time a painting

begins to brush itself


Now know I am invited to

end my stalling estrangement

Mark Nepo a wise poet

says the earth began

as a dish shattering

like you dear reader

I am nudged to fiercely

gently tenaciously

glue my pieces together




Marianne has been a music teacher for 43 years. After teaching in Hong Kong, she returned to the Napa Valley and has been published in various literary magazines and reviews including Ravens Perch, TWJM Magazine, Earth Daughters and Indiana Voice Journal. She was nominated for the Pushcart prize in 2017. She is a member of the California Writers Club and an Adjunct Professor at Touro University in California.