wishful thinking

wishful thinking about dancing and stuff

I wish I could dance

top to toe, graceful and precise

to be able to go wild, be free, and yet 

know where to go, how you’re getting there,

 and when to stop. Stopping isn’t necessary, nothing is. 

Lose yourself to the music, in one moment, in many, it’s the only 

thing you need to lose. Nothing else is even there to be lost, nothing to 

be stolen, nothing to be taken, nothing to give. When you jump, you have no 

limits, when you fall, you won’t crash. When you slip, you’ll do it on purpose, yet

nothing is planned. Everything comes naturally. No training for years on end, no thinking,

planning, sweating, bleeding, falling, failing. Nothing. Always back to that. Nothing. At all.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Ian]

I'm a friend of Sarah and I just have to say that that was an amazing!
Keep up the good work!

[Frank Purcell]

A very different but nice poem. I noticed the line pattern straight away and thought that you would be trying to cram random words in to make it fit, but the breaks were rather timely. Congratz :-)

[Wolfwind Words]

While I see the images of dancing woven within your words, the piece seems to convey are sad tone as I read it. The last 5 lines make me think that this could be about someone giving up on life and jumping off a cliff or something. Just what I see is all.
I like the format you used. It makes one feel more compressed and heavy at the end.

Nice ink!
Wolfie