Dance, Oh My, Dance
That night, as so many, I woke
and stepped, half asleep, featherlight
out of bed, so steep, or did I forget
As usual I fall, could not make legs
stand at all.
Lying on the ground, hurt and
confused but sound, waiting for dawn...
stifling a yawn, I opened my tablet
and let my fantasy set the tone
And with eyes closed, hands working,
duvet warming me, I wrote, seeing me dance
in trance, (euphoric on a cold floor),
As I did in reality, so many years before
***
March 17, 2017
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_dance_847400
1st place in Contest: The Tale of your best.
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia.
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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