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shadowedge613) wrote2003-03-21 05:52 pm
shadowedge613) wrote2003-03-21 05:52 pm
a poem.
Today is national poetry day, a fact I did not know until after I wrote this.
Sometimes there are not words to say what I see in my head, just images.
Image
A dance in my head, choreographed around you,
Like moths the dancers, (all me,) flutter around you.
One clings like a child,
One lies at your feet begging,
Another dances like a pendulum between close and far from you.
One jumps in the air,
Eyes locked with yours,
Hanging there,
Defying gravity for the long moment before landing.
Another bound in silken scarves, tethered to you.
The last one
Standing still
Half way to you
Unable to move.
Is this love?
Sometimes there are not words to say what I see in my head, just images.
Image
A dance in my head, choreographed around you,
Like moths the dancers, (all me,) flutter around you.
One clings like a child,
One lies at your feet begging,
Another dances like a pendulum between close and far from you.
One jumps in the air,
Eyes locked with yours,
Hanging there,
Defying gravity for the long moment before landing.
Another bound in silken scarves, tethered to you.
The last one
Standing still
Half way to you
Unable to move.
Is this love?