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oh, you wouldn't believe me if i told you

of my skill

How fluid my every motion

precise each gesture

every moment I am more

more than a man, I become...

Art

 

I gleem of hope,

Become the dream

Tip toing this dance

Thats what it is you know....

Dancing

between the lightning bolts of the mind

rush of wind, song of birds

fall of the leaves

I dance.

 

Down Halls and the Corridors

dizzy with delirium

covered in linens of silence

on the sandles of sleep

I dance, and I am Art

And I am,

My Mind Going  Mad of the Melody

 

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

This poem is intense with feeling and the imagery is great, showing the love of your dancing. I love the line-"dizzy with delirium". That line alone says alot! Good write! Barbara