Leftovers

We dance around the truth  
the ball room masquerade 
you tug at my hand 
than push me away 
I twirl across the floor  
a solo gliding move 
I raise my head in pride   
then trip over your dancers ego 
and crash land at your feet 
without a helping hand 
or a gentle smile 
you leave me there 
the shame of your left overs  

Reviews

[Julia Ledo]

"We dance around the truth" wow. That first line that leads into a poem where the words seem to dance as well. The rhythm is really impeccable. I'm a bit odd if I'm being honest, but I see the dance, the free twirl and eventual crash almost like a movie it fades to black the last focal point is on the dancers hand, defeated, on the floor. I like picturing a poem and this one, even being one stanza, created a whole film reel. Love it, the picture it created, and the wonder of what exact story is behind it.

[Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham]

Thank you. I like to visualize what I read to. Thanks for the feed back . And I love your stuff, so I really take your review as a complimen.