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| painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec |
not just an incentive for concrete deeds
I cannot wallow in self pity
let me scatter my thoughts on the pavement
I will weave some fantastic tapestry of thoughts
my pounding heart will not stop short at anything
stark emotions do not strain to break free
unbroken spirit do help one hitch
when I can dance to anything
please do not race into time
I don't expect a farewell
finality of ending is not I seek
all are seeking my downfall
I will not let that happen
one who believes in me
will not let me fall
"a huge gathering may prevail
but I will do what is right"
The must" of this poem, it's urgency, is unparalleled and vital. Over the pavement and through the walls if must be, this defines drive nd the urge to be free. I remember that Thoreau said (and many have proven) that walls can not contain a free mind.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling that this speaker will dance through life, leaving a mark with each step... there is so much conviction in these few words; so much life.
ReplyDeleteA story with an intersting reminder. (Actually, it sounds like you & I are both saying the same thing!)
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem!
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ReplyDeletenicely put...
keep the dance alive
ReplyDeleteI love "I dance to life" and, especially, your closing lines: "one who believes in me will not let me fall."
ReplyDeletewe will miss our Sunday OSI; have a good Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I agree, the best way to live is to "dance to life" Very nice poem!
ReplyDeleteYes, we must dance our way through life, Gautami. Nice poem.
ReplyDeletePamela
Isn't it curious that so many cannot see what is right? Love, laughter and commitment (plus some dancing) are a great way to go.
ReplyDeleteI dance to life ~~~ I love that statement!!
ReplyDeleteIt is important to find your own dance moves, but also to find your own rhythms, your own beats. Love this.
ReplyDelete"a huge gathering may prevail
ReplyDeletebut I will do what is right"
so strong words. The dancer has a strong will and will leave a mark with her tapping. nice poem.
and it swirls to eternity.
ReplyDeletelovely words here
Your poem has the feel of true flamenco:)
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We all need someone who believes in us...
ReplyDeletelet me scatter my thoughts on the pavement
ReplyDeleteI especially liked that. Love how your words seem to tell the tale of the painting.
One should not dance to another's tune, It has to be our own way!! Lovely!!
ReplyDeleteA "tapestry of thoughts" we all have...
ReplyDeletemay of taken me a while to get here but i am glad i did a piece that makes you think
ReplyDeletePearls of wisdom in your poem. But the one that jumped out the most was "I cannot wallow in self pity". Self pity usually takes us on a downward spiral. Nicely penned.
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Suzy at Reflections of my soul
I found your take on the prompt intriguing. Full of life and dance.
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