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Dancing Fool
by J. P. DaviesMy only salvation
is frantically seperating myself
from the wings of judgement.
As I rift apart the seas of joy,
the land rises higher in peripheral.
Futhering my distant strides,
the closer the beginning looms,
until this constant loop is forging chains
and tying me to redundancy.
Like low budget film scenery
the foreground changes
the background stays the same.
A tiny puppet dangles
on the strings that once gave it life.
This marionette has been silenced;
eliminating my ablilty to dance. 12/07/2004 Author's Note: This is a representative my current mood.
Posted on 12/08/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 12/08/04 at 11:33 AM J.P., your current mood aside, I like how you managed to take a cyclical aspect of life and weave it into your poem of emotional turmoil. We all experience stagnacy at times ... often for longer periods than we like. However, your outlet in words has rocked me like a lullabye which makes me want to dance. This is going into my favorites. Thanks for the read. :)
~~ Kyle Anne |
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