An Intimate Dance
We give of ourselves
So freely
Losing our innocence
As well as our minds
All in the guise of love
Discovering our frailty
As broken shells that crumble
Beneath each pirouette
And all too late, we notice
The music box has stopped
Our hands long to rewind
The tune as well as the time
Yet, fingers bleed from thorns
Held for far too long
Each petal dried and gone
Somehow, the sweet scent lingers
About this silhouette
That slowly glides across the floor
Resuming the familiar dance
©Kay Salady
Posted on February 9, 2015, in poetry and tagged broken, discovering frailty, familiar dance, give freely, guise of love, losing innocence/minds, music box, rewind tune/time, scent lingers, silhouette, thorns. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Melancholy
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Beautiful. Reminds me of my poem, “The Pawnshop.” Check it out under my Poetry on my website. Thanks for following me as well as we weave our webs in the sacred spiral.
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Thank you, LaVancia. Sorry, but I could not find your poem on your web page. Perhaps you can give me the link so I can read it.
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You’re right! I haven’t listed it yet; however, I will do so now by adding it to the list of “Poetry from Past Life” located under the Poetry heading. I apologize for misleading you. I really thought I had it on here. Sorry about that Kay. Will correct my mistake at once.
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