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I think
this was the music of my mother's youth.
She danced like a flapper, I suppose,
something it can be hard
to imagine one's mother doing,
but she showed me the Charleston
when I was in my teens.
We danced it the only way you can,
energetically,
mother and son,
between the sofa and the baby grand.
© by Richard Greene.
Used with the author's permission.
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Richard Greene began writing poetry in the 8th grade, inspired by the opening lines of Longfellow's Evangeline—This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks / Bearded in moss and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight"—which he was required to read in class. In college, after a classmate deemed Richard's rhyming poem trite, he stopped writing until, a couple of years later, a class with Henry Rago, subsequently editor of Poetry magazine, inspired him to resume his efforts. But poetry fell by the wayside for almost forty years as a busy career in international development consumed his life. As retirement approached, however, Richard's dedication to poetry returned; he has since published three chapbooks: The Broken Guitar: Poems of War; Becoming Old: Poems of Aging; Painting with Words: Landscapes in Verse; and one full -length collection, To Talk of Many Things: Selected Poems. Richard, who lives in Nyack, New York, shares a "poem of the week" with anyone interested; get on his mailing list by requesting it at greeneplace@gmail.com.
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DVincentiPoet:
"the only way you can,
energetically."
Love it.
Posted 05/23/2023 01:53 PM
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KinVT:
Lovely - evokes pleasant images. Exactly the reasons why poetry is so enjoyable!
Posted 05/21/2023 02:48 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful memory.
Posted 05/21/2023 12:59 PM
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Sarah Russell:
Perfect memories! And readers, if you want a treat, subscribe to Richards weekly poem offering. Something I look forward to every Sunday. Thanks, Richard!
Posted 05/21/2023 12:01 PM
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Leslie Hodge:
Love this!
Posted 05/21/2023 10:52 AM
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David:
Very nice blend of fond memories, nostalgia and imagery.
Posted 05/21/2023 09:25 AM
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RonPoems:
This is a Mothers Day poem, for sure, and I can see the hands and knees flying.
Posted 05/21/2023 07:42 AM
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