flashdance: an un-elegant poem

A precious Saturday afternoon,

4 different spirits congregated 

Just like old kindred days, yet not;

It was the first time in a decade

That they gathered this way.

Sweltering heat pushed them

Into a room too familiar from yesteryears

Yet clinically new for their current

Endeavour. Slowly, they

Began their Journey of 

Reflection, Community, Accountability; brotherhood.

Though lasting not longer than the

Hour, they parted with a gentle fire

Newly-lit with a desire to see it further

Burn.

As the crowd grew from 4 to

2, old opportunities to rekindle old

Times arose. We shared like boy-days

Of man-days; the same warmth amid the

Evening's gentle breeze. "We should do

This when we're old" came up yet again.

I smile. We smile.

For as much as we want such evenings 

Every evening, one is thankful for

Them each time they preciously come by.

These flashback opportunities are like a 

Flashdance, dancing between past and 

Present, a tension that is taut like a 

Dancer's line; elegant yet sanguine.

So here is to unabashed desire for such more

Flashdances.

one of the unforgettable scenes of the movie. no, not for its wetness or redness or hotness, but for its sheer ingenuity and innovation.

it was a very enjoyable movie, albeit one that professional critics love to hit out at. yet somehow, its many elements have topped different charts when it was released, and inspired many other movies in years to come.

Uncle T