A Poem by Susan Dale

The Song is Gone

A 60's waltz
Ephemeral as a dream,
   the song
      slipped into quietus
The dancers gone too
Their footprints washed away
by the heartbeat of a lake, persistent,
             ever flowing onwards
We danced our days into Lake Erie's currents

Rainbow seashells, driftwood sculptures
Broken glass scrubbed gentle

Behind this rock, that
water chants
answered with a song of remembering
Walking across the thin sands of seaweed and bloated fish
to work our way into rocky waters
And further
past a broken pier
Into a sunset horizon
rising into twilight falling

Slivers of shadows creeping thin
The soul of remembering
Wrapped tight in tides of yesteryear



Susan Dale's poems and fiction are on Kind of a Hurricane Press, Ken*Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Feathered Flounder, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue.  In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.  She has two published chapbooks on the internet:  Spaces Among Spaces by languageandculture.org and Bending the Spaces of Time as part of the Barometric Pressures Authors' Series (Kind of a Hurricane Press).