You Again

It’s getting so

That I can barely finish

Reading a love poem

Or any poem for that matter

Without your day dream image 

Appearing unannounced and

Knocking my concentration 

Completely of track

And I find myself 

Having to read the same lines 

Over and over...

And I find myself

Having to read the same lines 

Over and over....

I’m sorry,

what was I saying? 

Ken Owen   
January 2018   Van Niddy Press 

It Is Our Time To Dance

(Es Nuestro Tiempo Para Bailar)

And so it is

in these days of rushing 

everywhere for everything 

in the name of 

getting somewhere and 

making sure things get done

No one is dancing

while everyone is frantically 

trying to get ready

for their song to end

No one is dancing

in this majestic ballroom

on this grand stage to a song 

that can be played only once

No one is dancing

when there should be

crazy tangos under the blistering sun

and steamy boleros under a pale blue moon

No one is dancing 

only slow death marches

towards a fate you were sold

because you believed them

But my love

I have seen you

from across the dance floor

where one look into your eyes

gave time 

its true measure

It is our time to dance.

Ken Owen   
Van Niddy Press   January 2018