The Dance


The Dance

my soul it longs to dance

but my body must refuse

so my mind i have to enhance

my words carefully i should choose

These words i put together

Just hoping they make sense

They will withstand any weather

And anyone's pretense.

They dance across the page

Rhythmically in measure

Loosened from their cage

My very own treasure

This is the Terpsichore of my heart

Something no one can take

Everybody plays their own little part

We all get to partake.


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StandingBear commented on The Dance


Definitely a well written, excellent write! *-------------------------* SBear



Thank you StandingBear. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by

gogant commented on The Dance


One's poetry comes but from one's own heart. A lovely way you put that into verse...and even a bit of Greek mythology.................g



Thank you so much Gogant. You are so kind with your compliments!!

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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Unrequited Love 3
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