Chris Morrison was born on the north shore of Lake Superior and currently lives within moments of the Atlantic in Nova Scotia, Canada.
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6 thoughts on “Folk Dance”
You sabbatical from writing (or posting your writing) is bearing fruit, Chris! The verb tenses here evoke a kind of language magic for me. The words are alive….you bring us right into the dream.
Thanks Jana! It feels really good to “want” to write again. I’ve been collecting fragments but otherwise, not much – and until this piece, the return has been a struggle.
Thanks Millie. That image of the boy with the buttoned up shirt was actually where the poem began. I heard a woodpecker on a hollow tree somewhere off in the woods and imagined the boy, clogging (this was months ago in winter) and that’s where the piece originated.
i think that i would like both Faith and the blonde boy if i met them in person. both have imagination. i admire that Faith is “Willing, but not waiting to be chosen,” and that the boy clogs alone in the woods. both would like a dance partner, but that does not keep them from dancing.
interesting, well-crafted poem, suggesting a lot in a few words. and, chris, as per your suggestion i read some of jack gilbert’s poems on-line and liked them so much that i bought an anthology of his work. enjoying it very much. thanks for the tip!
Thanks Michael, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and always appreciate your comments – and I’m especially glad you picked up Jack Gilbert. It’s always great to be introduced to a new poet and I’ve benefitted more than once from recommendations from the WP community.
Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds 
You sabbatical from writing (or posting your writing) is bearing fruit, Chris! The verb tenses here evoke a kind of language magic for me. The words are alive….you bring us right into the dream.
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Thanks Jana! It feels really good to “want” to write again. I’ve been collecting fragments but otherwise, not much – and until this piece, the return has been a struggle.
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Fantastic! I like how the white shirt is “buttoned to the neck”. Creates a very vivid image of both caution and anticipation.
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Thanks Millie. That image of the boy with the buttoned up shirt was actually where the poem began. I heard a woodpecker on a hollow tree somewhere off in the woods and imagined the boy, clogging (this was months ago in winter) and that’s where the piece originated.
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i think that i would like both Faith and the blonde boy if i met them in person. both have imagination. i admire that Faith is “Willing, but not waiting to be chosen,” and that the boy clogs alone in the woods. both would like a dance partner, but that does not keep them from dancing.
interesting, well-crafted poem, suggesting a lot in a few words. and, chris, as per your suggestion i read some of jack gilbert’s poems on-line and liked them so much that i bought an anthology of his work. enjoying it very much. thanks for the tip!
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Thanks Michael, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and always appreciate your comments – and I’m especially glad you picked up Jack Gilbert. It’s always great to be introduced to a new poet and I’ve benefitted more than once from recommendations from the WP community.
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