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Double-Dutch
by James Shammas (Age: 44)
copyright 06-28-2005


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
-- for John, a dear wise wise friend, a guru and a prophet.

For twenty years he passed by the projects,
Staring at the gray square of courtyard
Free of the drug dealer and pill pusher;
Where the knotted buzz of colored girls

Was the pumping of thighs pushing up and down
Like pistol-hot pistons purring under
Skin tight torsos, flat as hard floor boards,
Heads mounted solid, somewhere in mid-air,

The two taut ropes, tip-skipping, snapping
Tight-spun arcs, spinning round one's still center--
Their soul center, he thought-- ball of dense air
Somewhere over toe-tapping, rip-splitting feet.

Many a day with wonderment he gazed,
His sullen, unseeing eye vaguely fixed,
Pondering when and where she'd jump in,
How and if she'd pop up and spin back out.

He would learn though, with his own sober grace,
The blind dive in-- deep down, limbs tucked under--
A yellow yoke an eggbeater's bowl, spinning out
Intact, shaking the sharp splintered shells.

...But he would first hit the bottom--
The concrete bottom-- where I would sit,

Staring, lump-slumped with pricked eager ears,
Fanning the flaming sparks of his bright eyes
Doing-double dutch-- learning of soul-love,
The joy of trust and release, from whence it comes.

He said it is given-- the letting go:
The jumping-off point, the point of free flight;
Flinging off the nets; the spinning noose of coiled rope,
A sober, star-bound soul on the air's delight.




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06-30-2005 Roger Crique    

Have you ever double-dutch? You describe this process with such pin-point accuracy and know-how. I am impress with your descriptive ability and must say that reading this poem gave me a new perspective on skipping rope. I don't get the feeling that the bystander was a pedophile, but perhaps an older person appreciating the stamina of youth. I might be wrong. One thing though, I would have rather seen the word, Black girl, as opposed to, colored girl. To me, everyone has a color. Excellent piece.


06-28-2005 David Pekrul    

A lot of pictureque words, it describes the simple act of rope-skipping as a complex manner of mind over matter. Good descriptions and nice to read.


06-22-2005 James Shammas    

I have revised the last stanza completely, based on the last viewer's comments. The subject suggested, is far off the mark, but I can see where she might have made this interpretation. The poem is supposed to be about enlightement and an awakening based on a conversation between a therapst and his patient.

Jim


06-22-2005 Deone Wiley    

Well done. Nice use of similes and alliteration. I cannot get the connection of the last verse to the rest of the poem. It suggests a pedophile watching young girls, but I want to discard that theme. Even so, I did like the structure and poetic language.


06-21-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

I've watched this with amazement, but I'm a klutz so it doesn't take a lot of talent to do that. Kids can do amazing things sometimes, Anthony


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