This Blog is dedicated to Dr. Beth Crachiolo, now the chair of the English and Theatre Department of Berea College. Beth is truly a wonderful person, and one hell of a teacher! For whatever reason, she seems to believe in my aptitude as a writer and has made it perfectly clear, on more than one occasion, that to not write would be a waste. So I am trying to do something I've never attempted before. Starting today, April 20, 2010, I will try very hard to post at least one new poem a day for 1 year. I'm sure most of them will be utter crap, but you never know when the muse might strike. Please feel free to respond to any post at anytime, I value constructive comments.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

OLD 2004 Poem I found in a file, I kinda like it

How do you know when you love someone?
Do you get that special feeling in the pit of your stomach?
Or is it that dizzy feeling you get when he walks by?
How do you tell?
Whatever the definition
Whatever the symptoms
I think I have it
What a frail emotion
What a fatal emotion
I have dances this dance before
And don’t want to end up with sore feet and an empty bed for my troubles
But what else can I do?
Damn it I’m in love with a friend
That’s not cool
That can’t happen
It’s too dangerous
I’ve danced this dance a thousand times
You’d think by know I’d know the steps
Time and time again I let my heart free
Stepping hard against the pulse of the music
Caught in a tango of endless seduction
I’ve danced this dance a thousand times
You’d think by know I’d know the steps
But no,
I fumble into the same routine
And happily dance all over my heart
What happens when you think you are falling in love with a friend of yours?
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  1. Marshmallow ManThursday, April 29, 2010 at 6:21:00 PM PDT

    I don't really remember writing this poem, like so many of my late night efforts, it was untitled and not dated.... So there is even the possibility that someone else sent me this but didn't have that information in the original file. At any rate I enjoy it, and it sounds like something I would do, but you be the judge. And if this is NOT my poem and you recognize it, please email me ASAP so I can post proper credit. avonberea@gmail.com

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