A DANCER'S DILEMMA

Life is like a dance.
It goes with music.
With beats and rhytmn
With passion and breathing
With tempo, climax and bang!
But what if you miss the steps?
And what if someone made you?
And what if that someone is an intruder?
Instead of your dance partner?
And what if you're lost in the sequence?
So that you find yourself out of synchrony?
And caught in the swirl of someone's intrusion?
Will you continue to dance alone?
Or would you rather re-invent your steps?
And re-create your own dance?
A baffled dancer tells us her story.

@Leah C. Dancel
15 January 2019
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THE LAST TRAIN

By Crispulo Bacud Tappa

The old man heard the call,
trumpeted to one and all.
The last departing train rolls

as stars appear when night falls.
Citizens scurried around,

inched their way to the platform.
Some laden with heavy loads,
the old man in dapper clothes,
came with just nothing,

for a last trip that was foretold.
The last train rolled by, 

almost full to its brim,
hooted for everyone to hear.

The old puny man edged-in,

not wanting to be left behind,

Travellers with heavy loads,
with no space big enough

for their worldly finds,

remorsefully trundled back,

missing this one last train,

bound for its destination 

where the last train stops,

on its last trip as God ordained,

where trumpets blared,
and a choir of angels

sang a glorious welcome song.

January 29, 2019

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