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Lost the Key

. I dance in desperate movements, stepping on toes as I go Spinning out of control as faces grimace in my wake, changing scenery like mirrored ball illusions, tiny reflective squares, blinding as they move Still you stare, questioning gazes, not making eye contact but sensing my heart through the song… playing in steady repetition Fingers in your ears for fear that it might touch you in rhythmic hypnosis, shining pendulums swinging in reverse tempo, challenging these feelings you hold but still can not admit the lyrics Prideful walls of bricked fortitude built around your emotions sing of locked entryways and barred windows and It seems I have lost the key Misplaced along out of tune wavelengths while pitchy corridors of doubt fill in the shadows of this that I desire Still I extend a hand, “would you care to dance?” Dark eyes squint as you focus, looking beyond the bandstand, finding mistakes of the past playing in three quarter time, heading towards the stage door exit, tapping your toe in cadence with the drummer who now stops…along with the beat of my heart

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Date: 10/17/2016 4:51:00 PM
Your musical persuasions dance throughout your poetry, 'mistakes of the past playing in three quarter time' brilliant line...
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Chris Green
Date: 10/17/2016 5:46:00 PM
Thanks so very much again Paloma. I appreciate your visits.
Date: 10/17/2016 1:45:00 PM
Where are those dancing-shoes...Gonna have to do the bare-foot dance : )...Love your sweet poetry..Oh those fingers in the ears..Tell her to remove them : )..Original poetry.
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Chris Green
Date: 10/17/2016 2:10:00 PM
Hey, sometimes barefoot is better, you can feel the beat of the music in the dance floor and I'd tell her but she can't hear me right now. : ) Thanks my friend for making me smile this afternoon.

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