Dancing to Life’s Bad Blues

Step into your best
mourning shoes and shroud of woe.
I’m ready 
to cry your Bad Blues away with you,
hurt with you,
lift you up and keep you standing
when pain breaks you 
and makes you rout…
You poor weakened thing,
how I love you—

Stop.
Can you even see me?
My shoes aren’t made for mourning;
don’t turn my dancing armor 
into a shroud.
Is my black too daring for you?
Don’t you know 
that deep and dark is best 
to seize the uncanny?
Yes, I’m in pain;
the physician’s last imagery
of my soul showed wretchedness 
pinching a nerve
that causes my eyes to spasm tears.

Yes, I love you, too.
But I’m neither desperate nor dead.
I don’t need you
to pull me up or keep me in the fight
when pain attacks and tries to break me;
I’m no weakened thing…
never been a poor thing,
but I could always use a friendly pair of feet
when dancing to life’s Bad Blues.

Oh…
I believed you pained
with ailment,
in need of a helping hand;
but everyone knows the sick can’t dance.
My mistake, I thought you—

Stop.
Your thoughts of help aren’t 
but sucking 
what dreams may come out of me.


Confusion, by Cleofas Orozco Blancarte 

65 comments:

  1. Great poem. Sadly I am German, and we don't dance. But I'll watch, beer in hand.

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    1. Sometimes, watchers are just the thing a dancer needs. ;-)

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  2. The sick can dance and you do it with magnificence. Love you Darlin!

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    1. Is that familiar limp their troubles bring into the dance, huh? ;-)

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  3. Keep on kicking ass, Magaly!

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  4. Dancing keeps the blues away! You are full of a power that transcends the naysayers!

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  5. Isn't it a hassle when irritate those who *know* that 'sick' can only be interpreted one way? ;) shuffle, shuffle, skip, strut

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    1. Nothing more infuriating that a person who presumes to know another better than themselves. Shuffle, shuffle, skip, strut and a hip wiggle. ;-)

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  6. Dance away because it's all just life anyway. And what does any of it really mean! No blues are enough to keep us from dancing beautiful Magaly!

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    1. Your so wise! my dear witch! xo
      What Jennifer said! xoDebi

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    2. Life is so much better and rhythm and sass!

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  7. A good approach to the blues... Thanks for adding your voice ~

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    1. *sings a bit and adds happy feet*

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  8. Dance away yes! Good for the physical and the spirits. Carry on dancing Magaly! Great!

    Hank

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    1. And when the spirit soars, the physical body follows along.

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  9. This conversation approach brings out the truths very well--those who over-give learning to listen to what is asked for, learning to weigh their need to be needed against the truth. The sick can't dance! Ha! Foot work and movement enhances dreams. Good, Good.

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    1. "those who over-give learning to listen to what is asked for, learning to weigh their need to be needed against the truth."

      What a valuable chunk of truth!

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  10. Everyone can dance, in mind if not in body. You keep dancing in what ever way you can Magaly, your words will swirl around you in merry delight as their witchy mistress conducts and turns them in to music of life.

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    1. I'm delighting in the vibe I'm getting from these comments. Your words and the words I've read from others makes me dance as I type, and that feels sooo good!

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  11. I would actively encourage the sick to dance...even if it killed them...I have no intention of laying down to die. Why would they? <3 XXX

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    1. Dance until we drop. By then, the long sleep will be a welcome thing. ♥

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  12. I dance every day. Every. Single. Day. Keep on keepin on sister girl.

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    1. *wiggles her hips and does something wild with her shoulders* ;-D

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  13. I had to read this twice to suss it.

    Powerful.

    Well Done.

    Cheers!
    JzB

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    1. I absolutely love the word "suss".

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  14. Those dancing shoes.. probably the best one --- the rhythm might be blue and the timpanis muted.. but let's rock than pain away.

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  15. the hard STOPS in this are really effective and i feel a bit of back and forth pull...
    what a hard week...RWs sucide really rocked me...i feel i grew up with him from Mork...
    and i think we could all use someone to dance with...esp in those moments we wont ask
    for help though we should....

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    1. We could indeed. And as you said, particularly someone who can see us well enough to know when we need help, even if we don't have the strength to ask.

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  16. I like the way you worked in some of his movies; I think I spotted a little "Awakenings" and certainly "What Dreams May Come" in the last line.

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    1. All my favorite bits from all his movies keep on popping into my head. I think it's happening to so many of us...

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  17. Ah, dancing, I bet this one came to the page easily for you. Well, they say (whoever they are) "It's not about knowing the steps, it's about hearing the music". Yours is clearly a lovely tune. Another well-writ, Lady Magaly.

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    1. I've always wonder who "they" might be. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one suspicious of a group everybody seems to know about, but don't know their names. *cough*

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    2. They're on facebook.

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    3. Aren't they all? Like I said before, "the bastards!"

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  18. The Blues always make me shake my hips... and you & I have a dance date scheduled for whenever I manage to visit the East Coast. <3

    XOXO

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    1. I will save my wildest dance just for you!

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  19. I love your title, and the spirited come-back to the pretentious put-downs in the poetic conversation.......well done. ESPECIALLY love the closing lines!

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    1. Nothing like a good poetic dance off when someone is trying to put out our light!

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  20. Life's Bad Blues ... gonna be hard chasing them away. I have been around long enough to have fallen head over heels for the talented Mr. Williams. So sad ....

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    1. Hard indeed. But we can do it... holding hands, singing together, shuffling bit by bit, and stepping forward one foot at a time...

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  21. I'd much rather dance than mourn. But sometimes, I do both.

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    1. Mourning can be a dance, if that's what we need to cleanse the hurt...

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  22. SUCKING DREAMS OUT ME> THAT SAYS IT All.

    Poetic Inspiration.

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  23. interesting, frustrating conversation.

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  24. Margaly, the most jolting moment in this was the citing of one of Williams' forgotten gems, "What Dreams May Come." Really, there was almost a dance here, quite like a French apache dance... the push and pull, and it was very effective. Wonderful work. Amy

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    1. It leaves the mind thinking about stuff, doesn't it? At least, it least me in a thought-full kind of funk...

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  25. Pain is a great leveller, as such one may empathize but not criticize when that burden is not our own. Your voice carries the authenticity of one who knows what it means to endure.

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    1. You have said one of the most powerful things someone with pain always dreams she or he can hear from those around them (at least I feel that way): empathy without criticism or advice that the giver can't fully understand is the greatest of gifts.

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  26. Beautiful <3

    “Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.” - George Carlin

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    1. Call me a lunatic and let's dance!

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  27. Sucking the dreams out of me. That about covers it all!

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  28. My dance years a go was a frantic waltz with thoughts of death...I survived it..found life was a much better choreographer...amazing piece!

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    1. Life's complex choreographer can be such fun, if we are willing to learn the steps and follow... even if we don't always like them. Once we get good at them, we can throw a step or two of our making!

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  29. Powerful! Great read my friend!

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  30. Dance and music certainly is therapy for the soul. Love this Magaly!

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