Is this Fractured Dance a Mirage (Poem)
Do we orbit or dance? An orbit
is a dance
of gravity, energy, mass.
Are you afraid of collisions?
honestly, I'm not sure what you could fear.
I'm afraid--afraid of missing.
Afraid that the twisting shadows,
strangely posing are deceptions
without basis or substance
Yet I feel something akin to hope's
It could be the illusion of a half-opened eye
blurred and blurring
colors into shapes and shapes into possibilities.
I spin silently, a collection of desperate moments
encased in adipose tissue oh so carefully
collected for thirty seven years, ten months,
and three days.
And I wish I could celebrate our differences
And I wish I could force an invitation off this inactive and betraying tongue
that has always held me back, stubborn
silent, and when not silent, clumsy and awkward,
And I wish I could wrap these arms
around your shoulders.
I feel Like O've been crushed,
pressed hard by slim, strong fingertips
until finally! I flatten into a cubist's dream
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
I think you mean I've instead of O've in the 4th from bottom line.
I like this poem. Life is struggle.
- #1524 Posted 1 year ago
I definitely appreciate the feedback. In this one case, the O've is an intentional misspelling. Promise. Thank you for your comments here and there.
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