Sunday, July 10, 2016


Do you still remember the first dance you had? I still do, though it happened eons ago. Probably because it's the first time, the partner is pretty, and the music in the right groove. Yes, it was vinyl records then...

pencil sketch by dsnake1


that dance
       it plays
       all over
like a jammed vinyl
       when i hear
       that song
in a store
the train the radio
though it has been
       a lifetime
we left
and still
like a bridge
across time
       i see
just the two
of us
though there are others
on the dance floor
       my hand
on your slim waist
your warm body
close to mine
a hint
of heady

and me
trying very hard
not to step
       on your shoes.

written 14/04/09
revised 23/06/09

To Janice, wherever you may be.

Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way.

-- Paul Simon, Bridge Over Troubled Water.

Shared on Poetry Pantry #310 at Poets United.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016

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Blogger brudberg said...

What a wonderful memory.. and that sketch catch so much as well... I do not think I remember my first dance, but there are those that came later I really remember.

10 July, 2016 22:44  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

yes, it was a wonderful memory. i was still in school then, and she was a friend of my sister, and one of the things i remembered was thinking to myself, don't step on her shoes. :)

10 July, 2016 23:00  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Whistles!! This is soo beautiful :D love that nostalgic feeling which your poem evokes as we are transported to your wonderful memories of that dance. Beautifully executed.

Lots of love,

10 July, 2016 23:22  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, Sanaa, for the whistles. :D

10 July, 2016 23:35  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

thanks for the share of the beautiful moments of the past & a lovely sketch...

10 July, 2016 23:58  
Blogger Luk Lei said...

Very nice, love the call back to vinyl, it's seeing it's resurgance as it should, coupled with a great visual scene.

11 July, 2016 01:21  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

You took me back to my days of dancing to vinyl.....sigh. just lovely.

11 July, 2016 02:07  
Blogger Jae Rose said...

The last line made me smile - also love the drawing - I suppose we all have a Janice - someone who got us through that first dance

11 July, 2016 02:49  
Blogger Mary said...

Oh you have expressed it just as it is. Ha, I remember those first very awkward, but memorable. Your poem took me back & was a lot of fun to read.

11 July, 2016 04:23  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Oh you are so multi talented...drawings and a poem that sings of beautiful memories!

11 July, 2016 04:46  
Blogger Wendy Bourke said...

Loved, loved, loved this! Music is a bridge across time. And those first stirrings of "grown-up" love that, often, came on a dance floor - sigh ... so wonderful!

11 July, 2016 07:13  
Blogger Old Egg said...

Snap! I remember the very scene from so many years ago myself.

11 July, 2016 07:45  
Blogger rallentanda said...

Sweet poem. I hope Janice is reading this:)

11 July, 2016 10:37  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lovely memory and neat drawing as well! Somethings just stay with us forever!

11 July, 2016 11:10  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

And so the silver girl sails on, we suppose. Sweetly told!

11 July, 2016 13:39  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


thank you! :)

Luk Lei,

actually i liked the sound of vinyl, even with its cracks and pops. i used to play vinyl records until my player broke down and then CDs came along. yes, it should rightfully enjoy a resurgence. :)


oh wow! you danced to vinyl too! i guess most of us do experience such a phase.


i think most, if not all of us, do have one. :)


yes, those first dances do start out pretty akward. we have the boys standing in one corner and the girls sitting in another, and the boys looking at each other to see who will make the first move. :)


thank you! i have no formal training in art, except perhaps in oil painting, but nowadays i like to do pencil/ink sketches.


thank you! i wrote this for NaPoWriMo, and the poem sort of writes itself, as the memories came flooding back. :)


you too? haha! :D


i will let you all know if i find a strange email in my inbox. :D


some memories will stay with us for a very long time. :)


yes, the silver girl sails on. we sail on... :)

11 July, 2016 20:40  
Blogger Myrna R. said...

I love the sketch! So nice how you write about this cherished memory. I bet Janice thinks of you too and still dances.

12 July, 2016 00:18  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

that's an interesting thought, Myrna. :)

12 July, 2016 23:12  

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