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Dancer
by Richard VinceDo you remember
The smiles as you walked through the door?
All those eyes focussing on you
As their owners hoped for a dance.
I wished I could dance so I might
Know who had caused such a stir.
From wherever you came,
You brought joy, almost visible as
Light turning mediocrity to wonderment.
I was introduced to a few people,
But you were the one
I really wanted to meet,
Like a secret I couldnt bear
Not to know.
All you gave me was the odd
Disdainful look of casual dismissal,
So I was left to watch you
Through the glass as another
Nervous young man trod gently
On your toes, and you tried to be
Supportive.
I want to turn you into a story:
A painfully beautiful tale of
A hopelessly besotted man
Learning to dance so he could
Look into your eyes for just
A few short minutes.
To fictionalise you would be
To degrade the reality of you
Of which I saw but a fraction.
It was enough to stain my memory
Indelibly with the lost, futile hope
Of knowing who you are.
02/02/2007 Posted on 03/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/20/07 at 08:35 PM One of the reasons I enjoyed this was the contrast between introduction and conclusion. The opening question invites an inference that it forms part of an intimate conversation - a fond, nostalgic memory shared, whereas the concluding, unfolded reality is an admission of rueful ignorance. Also the authentic recreation of a distant, displaced atmosphere held my attention as I peered through the glass, though not too darkly :) |
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