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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Being with others, being alone.




I dance


I dance slowly in the empty street
No one to see my show
No one to see who I am
No audience to applaud
I dance to empty air
Yet I dance
I dance for freedom
I dance for a voice unheard
Light footsteps slide across the truth
A tap dance in rhythm with so many dreams
A neighbour picks up the beat
Invitations go out by rhythmic steps
Steps multiply by word of mouth
A community dances the impromptu dance
A community dances the unknown
Together we dance for what was forgotten
Together we dance for hope
Together we dance
I dance slowly in the crowded street
No one sees my show
Yet I dance
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 5, 2011 at 9:48 AM

    Another poem with great feeling, there is hope.

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  2. AnonymousMay 5, 2011 at 3:12 PM

    I can just picture it in my mind. It makes me feel like dancing too!
    Junie Moon

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  3. JamesMay 5, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    Junie Moon and Alycat, thank you very much for your comments, they are always appreciated!

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