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We Danced to Forget Death
by Bradd Howardbeer bottles clenched tightly in sweat
drenched palms.
satin, vinyl, and silk all shining underneath
strobe lights.
red cherries from the butts of our cigarettes
glowing, bobbing before our eyes, sending red
rain to the linoleum below.
Our bodies operated under the direction of
the beat alone. Our mind was elsewhere.
We danced to forget death
although we could hear it in every bass beat
of the music in the background
We catch each other's eyes and smile
though we dance to forget death, I believe
death may have forgotten us
for tonight. 04/25/2005 Posted on 04/25/2005
Copyright © 2026 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/05/05 at 07:59 PM Bradd, excellent poem! I remember those days and I'm glad they're over. Thank you for this reminder of what once was in my life.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 05/05/05 at 10:26 PM Bradd, you've put into words something which pulls us both up from the grave and down to it. Excellent read. ~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/09/05 at 04:22 PM Dance to forget death...an amazing line...I could myself be inspired to write something with such a title (but I won't haha) - Well, to forgot death we must first be in a state whre we are considering it, and even in our defiant stages of youth the inevitable seems still to linger somewhere about in the backdrop...yes, to forget death one must dance in celebration of now. To BE NOW. When the dancing stops, so too does the LIVING...great write Bradd :-) |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 03/10/08 at 08:21 AM I read this to my partner and he said he didn't get it. Then he said often he dances for his many friends who are gone...and suddenly he got it. Great writing, Bradd. |
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