LuAnne at 11 on pointe

When I was eleven, I was sure
I’d never stop dancing ballet
I would grow up, move to New York
and dance with the ABT
what I didn’t know then was
those were the days
the good ole days
when Iโ€™d never eat a tomato

but Never is such a limitation
it leaves out serendipity
Never does not allow for growth
or changes in taste, or awakening
Never’s a static place

At sixty-three, I am sure
that life is not static, but fluid
I still dance, not ballet but salsa
barefoot in the kitchen
what I know now is that
these are the days
the good ole days
so hand me a fresh tomato

NaPoWriMo2019logoย Day Eleven prompt: Write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? And having come from there, where are you now?

The graphic above is a photo of me taken (probably by my mother) in 1966 in Nashville, TN U.S.A. It was before my first performance en pointe.

16 thoughts on “Never

    1. I love your connection between nevers and tomatoes. I don’t know why I left that tomato in the poem; it doesn’t seem to fit. But I just couldn’t edit it out for some reason I never identified. Thanks so much for your input.

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  1. Wonderful, LuAnne. Something marvellous about being able to live beyond our “nevers.”
    Your salsa in the kitchen sounds great. Good for you, LuAnne. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. LOVE the tomato specific … especially the 2nd reference.
    I think we keep learning new “dances” as we broaden our age range and experience stash. Food consumption is a dance that seems to demand continual learning of new steps as we get older! As a child, I was constantly urged to at least TRY a tomato (“you might like it!”) but only after I married a man who wanted them in his evening meals did I step over the oh-no-not-those wall I was so sure served me well.

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    1. Thanks for your comment, Jazz. I abhorred tomatoes as a kid, now I can’t even imagine not loving them, especially fresh, in season, and purchased at a vegetable stand. May we both continue to eat tomatoes and learn new dances. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Never say never.Youthful exuberance, aged exuberance – the same but not the same. Somehow we get lost in the middle. I think we need a bushel of tomatoes! Loved this poem!

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