Dance of Death

Dance of Death

A Poem by AprilRN1210
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"It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge" -Einstein

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“If there are people you haven’t forgiven, you’re not going to really awaken. You have to let go.”


-Eckhart Tolle



















Fuzzy thoughts


ought


to be harmless


    naught even


but, a misty mind


rains treason


demons draining


what I believed in.


 


 


Baggage binds


truths defined


weakening beacons


behind blurred lines.


 


 


“Knowing” isn’t showing


which way the wind blows


so trust must guide


around the lies


keeping cognition afloat.



 


Frustration raging


beneath my breaths


following faith’s clichés


wallowing in hollowness


of today’s malaise


ache of awakening


a dance of death.


© 2017 AprilRN1210


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AprilRN1210
working on my dance steps

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Incredible words, incredible thought. Strange how moving on can be crippled by the load of what was. Yet even so, returning seems to be the thing to do. Defiance in the face ot pain ? No extra dues to pay, no side.stepping from society, accept and be. and be.. more, A dance of death is weighed down as down by tattered shrouds.. the past wears the skin light, frivolous, daring.. we are what we keep hidden/ Perhaps

Posted 1 Month Ago


Spoken with a healing voice and one who has known pain but offering such eloquence in the beauty and refrain of forgiveness. Simply lovely!

Posted 9 Months Ago


It's coming up on a year... hope all is well. Miss your voice.

Posted 1 Year Ago


AprilRN1210

9 Months Ago

I am well, thank you for your thoughts and your comment :)
and a difficult dance it is says i ..Aprilk!!! don't know how i missed this ...only 5 months ago!!!! shame on me ...this is so unlike your poetry ..so dark..yet the resilience of perseverance seems to thread its way throughout ....and choosing words like fuzzy, and blurred soften things a bit to me.... your two closing lines are jam packed ...i am left as reader on the cusp of the new and the old ..just the magic of forgiving and letting go to unbind one to past hurts .... love to you and i sure miss you around here
E.
ps. i am retired .... yeah!!! would love to hear how your RNship is going ... message me if you like! :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


AprilRN1210

9 Months Ago

I am so sorry it took this long to respond! Thank you for your review and your thoughts! How is your.. read more
Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

yahoooooooooooooooooooo ...a blessed day for me April ... you are around the Cafe' :) sure have miss.. read more
You know carrying the pain of old regrets and inability to forgive others eats at ones soul. ate corrodes the vessel in which its stored. Not the person upon whom its poured.

Posted 1 Year Ago


AprilRN1210

9 Months Ago

How true Tate, it only hurts the one holding on to it. I appreciate you taking the time to come, rea.. read more
Tate Morgan

9 Months Ago

You are welcome
well April, I have always held that dancing on the edge, or even just dancing, especially if it on the head of the one who hurt you is sooooooo satisfying... er... well perhaps not what you are talking about.... but there is a quote by some famous person (no not me) that goes something like : "you don't know how far you can go, until you have gone too far".... and with lines and ideas being blurred today, I think it is best to dance over the edge in order to get closure, find the truth, or even just have a fun Saturday night out...

have I mentioned that I love your poem April... well I do and about that dance.... yes please... ;0)

Posted 2 Years Ago


No one should be permitted to rent space in your head, April. In order to move on, we must forgive....which does not mean we have to have a relationship with the person who hurt us to begin with. Well written. Lydi**

Posted 2 Years Ago


AprilRN1210

2 Years Ago

Thank you Lydia :)
This almost feels like a dream that leads to endless confusion and unmistakable wonder as you wake and think to yourself... What the hell?
Then you get up and start your day with it in your thoughts but for a fleeting moment

Enjoyed this.
Trace

Posted 2 Years Ago


AprilRN1210

2 Years Ago

it does feel like that doesn't it? lol
what the heck for real---seem to be asking that a lot .. read more
this reminds me of that battle some of us have with religion---at least the organized kind...lots of blurred lines...like a poem that just can't be translated clearly.
i experienced this...and love to dance.

j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


AprilRN1210

2 Years Ago

one of the blurriest for me definitely, and aren't those the best ones?.. the ones that tickle the e.. read more

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