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Quietly, goodnight
by Adrian CalhounFor hours we stand,
arm in arm, hand in hand,
face to face, embraced.
We have danced with it,
and around it,
but there really is no question.
Our feet glide effortlessly,
hips gracefully sway to an fro,
legs turning us about.
All the while we have merely
been dancing with the shadows.
With no melodies or song,
and no music playing.
Like some hypnotic trance,
it has been rehearsed a thousand times
till made perfect.
To this place and time
we know we can never return.
Gently released, is the long embrace. 06/11/2007 Posted on 06/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/12/07 at 03:36 AM The language in this is just perfect. You capture a wonderful image from start to finish. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/12/07 at 12:03 PM Aptly expressed synopsis of relationship that I sure can relate to in my own way. I especially like this stanza: All the while we have merely
been dancing with the shadows. With no melodies or song, and no music playing. Well done!
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/12/07 at 12:34 PM Haunting! A bittersweet reverie or quiet resignation? Welcome back. It's been quite a while.
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/15/07 at 02:54 PM It's all a dance, and I like your version of it. Well, this dance anyway. There will be others to be certain. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/20/17 at 06:29 PM "All the while we have merely
been dancing with the shadows." A lovely, bitter-sweet poem, nice phrasing, love that first stanza. |
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