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Dancing On a Point

Dancing on the point of a needle again Trying to forget her pain Liquide dreams flowing through her veins Painting pretty pictures on her brain Trying to forget her pain As she sways to music only she can hear Painting pretty pictures on her brain Her little prick of happy turns to fear As she sways to music only she can hear It changes to a somber note Her little prick of happy turns to fear She feels dark fingers around her throat It changes to a somber note This is now a fight for her life She Feels dark fingers around her throat She reaches for an imaginary knife This is now a fight for her life No longer knowing what is real She reaches for an imaginary knife An empty space is all she can feel No longer knowing what is real From the edge she finally steps back An empty space is all she can feel Her mind no longer under attack From the edge she finally steps back She returns to her sad reality Her mind no longer under attack Yet she is still in need of being set free She returns to her sad reality Liquide dreams flowing through her veins Yet she is still in need of being set free Dancing on the point of a needle again Inspired by Cherie Thomas Read her poem "A piece of Foil" Modified Pantoum incorporating Rhyme

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Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Date: 7/7/2013 3:39:00 AM

I agreed with Andrea about your poem being deep and dark. I sure read Cherie's before stopping by your fine work. Well done Richard on your decent Modified Pantoum. AO

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/7/2013 6:50:00 AM

Hi A.O, so nice to have you visit. I hope you are well.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 7/7/2013 2:11:00 AM

Good night, Richard...sweet dreams. Thanks for the post. I appreciate it. Hoping to read something new from you, or I'll have to resort to reading the old work again. Always a pleasure either way. Take care.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/7/2013 6:52:00 AM

Sorry I didn't have a chance to drop by sooner. Late day at work and we had a pre wedding fundraiser to attend.

Colleen Bono

Date: 7/7/2013 12:17:00 AM

PD cant go.:( I was hoping.But understand.Take care of her while I am gone please.She has been through alot.No slacking while I am gone cause my sister has a computer I will be checking.Love Colleen

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/7/2013 6:53:00 AM

Hopefully you can connect at another time, either way I hope you fully enjoy your trip.

Colleen Bono

Date: 7/6/2013 7:26:00 PM

working on saturday,shame on you and you didnt ask me first.See now your behind on writing.Thanks for your visits.Love Colleen

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 11:32:00 PM

Your most welcome Colleen, just four more days till your trip.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 7/6/2013 7:21:00 AM

Good morning, Richard. Addiction has many different forms. Many of us are addicted to one thing or another... great inspirational write. Have a good day.....

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 7:29:00 AM

Thanks Eileen;0)

Karen Anglesey

Date: 7/5/2013 10:21:00 PM

Richard, a moving poem expressing deep struggle. Sometimes solitary life gets really intense... Exceptional :)

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 6:10:00 AM

Thanks so much Karen.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/5/2013 10:15:00 PM

WOW, you are very talented. I think I told you that before!! Is it for Deb's Referential contest. Mine is going to be dark like this one too. Love this.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 6:11:00 AM

No not for the contest, I think Debs is free form otherwise I might have entered it.

Harry Horsman

Date: 7/5/2013 3:53:00 PM

Wow, You certainly tell it as it is, and yet so unique this rendering of sadness, you truly are a special guy Richard, i feel privilege reading what you write.. just sorry i'm not around as much now a days....

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 6:12:00 AM

Your comments are so touching Harry, you just made my day.

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 7/5/2013 12:21:00 PM

Richard this write blew me away sensational Shadow x smiles

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 6:13:00 AM

Thanks you are sweet Shadow.

Colleen Bono

Date: 7/5/2013 10:33:00 AM

Nice as usual.I dont know how you do it.I cant keep up with comments let alone writes everyday.Colleen

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/6/2013 6:14:00 AM

Sometimes it is hard to keep up.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 7/5/2013 8:34:00 AM

a great breakaway from the dance of pain.. you amaze, richard... brilliantly created by your gold pen!..:) huggs

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/5/2013 8:38:00 AM

Thanks Nette, you always have such a nice flare with your comments.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/5/2013 8:37:00 AM

Thanks Drake. Often the places we humans seek our freedom leads us to torture chambers constructed in the bowels of unimaginable pain. We reach for imaginary bliss and are swallowed up in the process.

Poet Tacito

Date: 7/5/2013 8:24:00 AM

Mmm, the power of freedom. The power of even reaching that peak in the 1st place. Fantastic lines, Richard!

Poet Tacito
Date: 7/7/2013 7:54:00 AM

So well said...so very true.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/5/2013 8:43:00 AM

See comment above

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/5/2013 8:13:00 AM

Dancing with an addiction is not a pretty sight..Great expressive work telling the story.Enjoyed reading this morn..If not for the footnotes I would have thought of someone who had a mental illness..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/5/2013 8:19:00 AM

Thanks for commenting, Sara.

Cherie Thomas

Date: 7/5/2013 7:06:00 AM

Wow!!! What a powerful gripping write, Richard i love the title, gave me chills reading it!!! sheer emotional distress screams, against that turmoil of addiction...a honest look at what so many battle with, on a daily basis. Brillant write!!!You captured this so well, dancing on a point!!! I love it...thankyou so much for sharing this amazing poem & the dedication,,,,, truly appreciate it very much....onelove:0) Cheriex

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 7/5/2013 8:22:00 AM

This comment makes my day, your poem brought out emotions in me because I grew up in a home with addiction. Fortunately my mom was a stabilizing force within the madness created by my father.