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Water Ballet
by Rob LittlerI see them, thinking they’re floating
There, heads out of water, sporting
The wet look, arching a glistening
Neck as sweat drips across the lips
Forcing an acrid smile--all the while a
Perfectly composed complexion
Under capped hair hides the machinery
Behind the eyes, and vigorous
Movements and dependencies
Allow the dance to play out.
Even when no one is watching
Those drowning tendencies bound
To become the desired talk for talking
About the self, making a metaphor somehow
Metamorphic. Petrified fragility, nonetheless
A rock refusing to sink. 04/24/2017 Posted on 04/24/2017
Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/01/17 at 02:34 PM Fascinating to watch that sort of choreography. I really liked "machinery behind the eyes", the use of "dependencies", and those last lines leading up to the "rock refusing to sink," a terrific phrase. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/01/17 at 10:44 PM Metaphors can talk themselves into and out of anything and everything. |
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