In the recesses of my memories of long ago
I see a man, a selfless man
leaning over a young me that is still full of energy, willing to learn
He leans over, places his finger on a word in the book
And repeats it until I understand and remember it
I remember him, my great grandfather, the hugs, the laughter, the love, and the cheese
He was My Savior
Fingers dial with precision
a number that has and always will be memorized
and listens to the ring , anxiously waiting for the her to pick up on the other end
We talk about everything and nothing
Finish each other's sentences
as if the gap isn't there
It may not be perfect, but you are forever my best friend
My Savior
Siblings squabble
It's mandatory, right?
But of course we break that norm
Music, books, jokes, movies, philosophy
We share it all
You are practically my twin
and I will always look up to you
My older brother, My Savior
The curtains open, the hot spotlight is on you
The audience is awaiting their entertainment
But that disappears the moment I perform the first step
All that's left is a myriad of movement
expression
And the exhilaration is all you feel
You forget you are performing
You are just living
Dancing is My Savior
Comments
Aura,
This is very beautiful, a tribute to your family, and Dancing on the stage which seems that you love. I like that you use these things to be your savoir. The title of the poem had at first put me off, because I do not believe in a religous savior, but as you I believe that there are many things in my life that have had a sort of saving grace. (I do not believe in a God persay). I truly enjoyed your poem it is well constructed, the rhythm does work in some spots for me. that's just my opinion.Oh by the way my girl friend is a ballerina, She teaches Master classes in LA she was trained in the Vinccanzo Celle in New York.
Welcome to Neopoet, I hope to read more of your beautiful work. I do hope you just don't write in freeverse. If you do, this is the place to learn to write in different forms. this is the best workshop for poetry on the internet.
Again Welcome to our family, hope you stay a while.
Eddie
Thank you!
Wow, thank you so much for all of your kind words on this poem. I understand what you are saying about the title, but I'm glad you powered through that, and read it anyway! The fact your girlfriend trained in Vincannzo Celle in the city is amazing. I do only write in freeverse, but I'm willing and hoping to learn other forms on this site! Once again, thank you for taking the time to comment!
-Aurora
This I loved, the idea of it
This I loved, the idea of it very particular, and neatly clear to the reader.
Loved the humour: " the hugs, the laughter, the love, and the cheese"
Not quite happy with these lines: "All that's left is a myriad of movement expression"
I felt you had danced your theme in words, nicely.
Welcome lights of the north, from Ann of Norway.
Dear Aurora,
I almost didn't read, because of the title. I avoid religious writes as much as I can. But I'm glad I took the time to get past it and read the content. Maybe "Champion" or "Life's Blood" or "My Passion" would make a better title. These are just suggestions, of course. I think you could have made this into two poems. One about the people and the other about your love of dance. I especially enjoyed these lines:
The curtains open, the hot spotlight is on you
The audience is awaiting their entertainment
But that disappears the moment I perform the first step
All that's left is a myriad of movement
expression
And the exhilaration is all you feel
You forget you are performing
You are just living
Dancing is My Savior
welcome to the site!
always, Cat
hello
Welcome to the asylum lol. For a fellow beginner ( and we're ALL beginners until we achieve something perfect) this is a very nice explanation of saviors being all around us...........stan
didn't you say it was bad?
the title confused me a little, but i got it when i read the whole thing. don't underestimate yourself love, you've got some ink in your blood. the people here will guide you, and try to help when they can, and sometimes they won't need to, but you can always trust they'll be honest and that they're good people, even jess :) a little advice? log in. take up all the feeling and ball it up in your chest. close your eyes. breathe it all out.
always and forever to the city and back
mag
welcome to neoland
and do your homework ♥
Thank you all!
Thank you so much to ann, cat, stan for the comments and suggestions :) I see that many of you were put off by the title, i'm thinking of changing it. And maggie , you're comments mean the world, and also thank you for introducing me to the site, without you I wouldn't have even attempted to write poetry. So you're wonderful :P
-Aurora
Titles and love of Ideals
I stopped finally to see what a poet
had written about their role model
(I was expecting to read about Jesus
as this is the most formatted word for
saviour in western traditions, but..)
I read this poem
and found it to be very well written
not bad at all
and then I thought how apt the title is
for principles and ideals
about the basic love for each other
as brother and sister parent to child
our most intimate guides towards
creating a good ideal about encouraging
a better world
those were and are the original teachings
I was raised with as a child
and I can say that we fell far short in the
end..but there are glimmers of that
strength of good
To have a gift and to have a family bond
that backs and uplifts is refreshing to
read
qualities of that kind of example are ones
to look toward and emulate
after reading your poetry it made me
think and expand todays thoughts
about that solid teachings of ideals
I think I can dust them off like gold
I think your title is very appropriate!
Thank You!
I agree :)
I totally agree with what you are saying here, and am glad you got the feeling of basic family love, it's one of the most important things someone has . Thank you so much for commenting
-Aurora