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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~~RE Birth ~~ A Poem by Debbie_Philly THIS IS A VERY OLD POEM ABOUT 2 YEARS Maybe 3 YEARS OLD... REBIRTH The dance is over, air expelling from my lungs like exploding bubbles I' am drowning , slowly descending like a graceful butterfly who has lost it's wings A backward plunge into the murky depths , arms expanded in light freeform motions. I must accept this chapter in which I've just closed, set out to sea on a barge of reverence. My life is now movement in words. The twirling motion of the pen writing in the next move. Rhythmical steps can no longer tell my story. So I go gracefully, bow out to pick up a new style of interpretation. Extending a hand to clean white parchment that waits for me on the floor of this page. The spot light no longer on the dancer. It shines on a new truth now, fact that I freely embrace as I lay the dream to rest. Picking up a new dream , one of words of tales, and of stories meant to be heard. So drift down now sweet dancer in beautiful dark arabesque motions, into the endless abyss that was once clear visions. Sleep now as I awake to a new day filled with poetic beginnings. Dance now in a different pattern, the moves are changed but the world is the same. Art of the mind while the body welcomes rest Time filled with words yet to be said, spoken words yet to be heard, songs yet to be sung, friends yet to be embraced. Swimming back up to the top of the waters as a new hope is defined, the birth of a poet. By:Debbie Mills Kelly © 2012 Debbie_Philly
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