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Play This Dance

by Amie Golda

Life is a game and we play it
The ball in our hands,
In breath or in death,
with mirth or with tears,
We can let it fall or let it soar

Love is a dance and we move in it
The music all ours--
Freed by its rhythm or trapped in its beat
We can take the lead
Or get dragged along.

01/19/2009

Posted on 01/07/2010
Copyright © 2024 Amie Golda

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Smith on 01/28/10 at 06:32 AM

This is quite lyrical. It could be a rap :) "Gangsta Golda" has quite a ring to it, don't you think? Nobody's had the guts to comment on this yet? Oh ho! how they have been mistaken. Deceptively simple it is, but its grandness "encompass[es] worlds and volumes of worlds." Anyway, yes, life is both in our own hands and somewhat deterministic, at least that's what I get from us "playing in it" and having the ball. And, the next three lines make me feel like we have been given responsibility, or we reap what we sow... oh wow, and this gets awesome "Love is a dance and we move in it” Yes! It is a quantum discombobulation with rhythm and a pattern but we make choices! Yes it is! Indeed we can be “one with the rhythm” (if you get my drift wink-wink nudge-nudge) or we can be a victim to its hard knocks! I love the use of the word “beat” here, kinda double-meaning... and finally, we must take life by the reigns and carve our own path, or be doomed (only insofar as our predestination has determined)! What a cool depiction of free-will vs. determinism, Amie! Perfect theme/setting to express this dichotomy. <bow> You are magnificent.

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