Best Saddance Poems
Silent Conversations
The wind is up today
Coastal clouds
Playing tag with dust devils
On the shimmering bent mirages
Wavering their uncertainty of heat
Where the sea rolls its ice cream caps
Cool in the blue hinted sweeps of grey
In the chill air con bar
We sat upon empty stools
The languid condensations of beer
Trickling their refreshments
Of cool back of the throat smiles
I hold converse with the vacant air
While every demoralised seat
Longs to have you safely ensconced
And listen to silent conversations
But they watch instead my empty stare
The wind is up today
Carrying beach kites dancing in acrobat wheels
While unstrung gulls rock unsteady
On the gusts of southern Sarah
And the dust devils dance their own display
Of hot dry air
The gold lustre slowly sipped
With the curling tongs of cigarettes
And the deep dark amber of ancient teak
Thinks of auburn caught in a giggle
Rests upon my elbows
With unsteady poise
The wind is up today
Sneaking through niches and humming to itself
A song that I wish would carry her voice
And the dust devils tweak and twirl at the sky
But not with any dance of mine
I sit and hold silent conversations
With pillaged and abandoned chairs
They would probably be called “Daymares”
And the Devil will Dance with the Wolf mares
And the Wolf Mares in Moonlight, Dance with Mankind
We close our Eyes, and turn away “to the “ HEAVEN “ We are Blind
YOURS ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG ( Harry )
To Be Continued
The masquerade hides who we are,
covers our eyes with the mask
only left wondering about the lips you see
lips that beg to ask,
"Who are you, do I know your name,"
but experience holds them still
and the dance goes on as it should
some are marked for the kill.
Not everyone will go home tonight
tell me, will we make it out alive
with nerves jumbling senses and touches
each moment a new surprise.
The masks that we wear tonight
won't ever fully come off again
tonight we sew on new pieces of ourselves
tomorrow we'll beg to be forgiven the sin.
The purpose of the dance is to hide yourself
then try to find your way back
as the dance takes another down
we must hold ourselves to the attack,
keep your lines perfect
try to remember everyone elses mask
keep away from the mirrors
and do not deny them who ask.
Don't let on you're afraid
let them make you bleed
just keep up the mask
and satisfy the gluttony and greed
so if your survive to midnight
when night turns toward day
maybe again we'll make it home,
but now let them think you hapless prey.
Don't look into the mirror,
never look back at the image there betrayed
the clock stroke twelves tolls into midnight
of this two person masquerade.
The candle flickers and shadows dance against the wall..
Watching, mesmerized, dreaming of my own dance so long ago.
I swirled round and round, my feet so light upon the floor..
My skirt wound round my legs, my head upon his chest..
Life was full of possibilities then, joy in every turn.
Now the candle sputters, darkness settles once again..
My dance is over; its season has come and gone.
The poems that were written then have burned to ash..
Unheard the many songs I thought to sing..
Left now only the dream of that dance so long ago.