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Dancing on the Edges
by Joe CramerSo many times now I spend my days
Dancing on the edges of life,
Never knowing where I am going
Of where I have been for that matter.
I have danced so many times in the dark
To learn some lesson, never found.
I look at your picture, looking back at me
Lips pursed into a semblance of a smile
That foreshadows the grimace to come,
The disdain, the angst of our life together.
Constantly, I am dancing on the edges of life
Never speaking out, this time, I am one of a kind.
I want to scream, to shout
Just let it all out.
Instead, I wait for that dance
That will bring me into life.
I am just a performer, less than a muse
I want to end it all, y'all.
(Homage to the Southern drawl that I have, not.)
More time wasted, more grapes tasted,
Fermented, leaving my mind demented.
I am forever dancing on the edges
Of my life, of your life, of it all. 11/01/2007 Author's Note: In vino veritas....
Posted on 11/01/2007
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gira Bryant on 11/01/07 at 06:58 PM The difference between life and living is the level of involvement... and that is something that we get to control. Those moments of ennui when we feel so disconnected are a reminder that we are surrounded by those who love and admire us if only we can open our hearts and reach out our hands, plug back in. We may be lonely, but we are never alone. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 11/03/07 at 05:13 PM a lovely stream of consciousness piece...peace, jewels |
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