Dance and Dine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry for unpublished 2nd book.

Submitted: February 22, 2012

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Submitted: February 22, 2012

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The angels caught me teetering across

vast, black flames with a stranger,

But a stranger; acquainted with frequent,

after many a sequence, like an

Animal that knew the way back, the

stranger was as feigned as,

The masquerade of stabs in the black

by contemporary delinquents,

Who had recently reared their audacity

and approacheth I with

An infiltration of privacy,

and the questions they asked me:

 

Secrets, identities, and loved ones,

balancing the strings of my heart...

 

“Did I sever the strings,

because if I am pulled...”

I cut through, and my coveted contents

must

Be still intact,

as bludgeoned and heavily wounded, my back.

 

Stranger was he,

met many prior,

But the angels and me,

sought clandestine refuge and triumphed

The flames, and held within, those love-lost liars,

and in between individual curling, spiraling

Single-tone fires,

I took Grandmother’s strength of spirit,

Let the stranger maintain his sharp, old dance,

I stood in my bedroom, in prudish pivot,

Frightened, weary of forming some

devilish, hypnotic steps toward a vigilant pit!

 

But soon, did I venture,

to a sweet, delight of sparkling smile;

Timeless, angelic cadence,

to which I stepped and what grew to form –

To dance from my heart – my penchant,

to be fed from the played-down plate of modesty,

I can dance, and I can dine,

served by the angels, never fatigued, never gaunt,

Grandmother, my angel,

who bestowed in me belief, fuelled by rational honesty. 


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