The Frosts and Hymens
Just some random thoughts that ran through my head in the form of poetry. Yes, I actually do think in verse. Anyway, I'm looking towards Ma Kali to decapitate this melancholy I seem to be stuck in lately. Here's to a future containing a spontaneous series of up-notes.
Branches break against gale force
Yet the maples dance with subtle grace.
Ripped from limb to limb
They continue to move in rhythm.
Am I like the tree;
Destroying myself just to dance?
If so, who is the wind;
Who will be my partner in obliteration?
Is it a selfish wish to want someone to dance with?
Branches break against gale force
Yet the maples dance with subtle grace.
Ripped from limb to limb
They continue to move in rhythm.
Am I like the tree;
Destroying myself just to dance?
If so, who is the wind;
Who will be my partner in obliteration?
Is it a selfish wish to want someone to dance with?
Labels: by Lee Hutchings, Misc. Mutterings, Poetry
posted by Grian at
03:34
3 Comments:
Is it a selfish wish to want someone to dance with?
Heck no, I wish I had someone to dance with.
Speaking of trees, that is one on my favorite poems.
Okay, that reminds me of a couple of good dancing songs.
Save the last dance for me.
May I have this dance for the rest of my life.
That may not be the exact titles though, but they are very good close dancing songs.
I'm sure that you have heard Chantilly Lace, I like to sing it at karaoke.
*sighs*
I know every word to Chantilly Lace. :) Thanks for your always honest comments. Hugs!
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