As The Shadows Dance


Shadows dance
in a trance I lay
doubtful of everything
molding leaves
bend and sway
as I lay in a trance
as the shadows dance

your lips are soft
and welcomed
on bony flesh
new and fresh
I kiss back
welcoming your lips
for they are soft

distant thunder
screams and yells
distant churches
sound the bells
innocent foreplay
thought vile and wrong
for distant thunder, screams

children weep
tears sweep the ground
comfort lost
among navy waves
all around
from tears that sweep
and children weep

lashing anger
on earth of coal
cold, unforgiving
lacking to be whole
sunlight hits
dreariness removed
on earth of coal.

Gamine

Hey you! I like your choice of words alot. Can you explain what caused you to write this????????

I have no idea. Lately I will just think of a word or a sentence and buil another sentence, and then a paragraph, and soon a poem. So nothing really inspired me, I just wrote. For this one anyways... thanks for your opinion.

Gamine

Gamine, I like the imagery, and I'm a strong believer in the poem being as a knot, a gem, a mystery: who wants to understand it all at once? If we got the whole story on the first read, then it wouldn't be poetry, it'd be prose. Also, who says it has to "make sense"? Even to the poet? A poem is nothing more than a mirror held to the heart of the reader. I personally don't care if you understand what I meant when I wrote it, that's not important except to me. What's important to YOU is what it says to YOU. My reflection isn't going to be the same as your's, nor should it. Poetry is magic...some of the small amount left in the world. Let us all be grateful that not everything has been bare-bone-stripped-down-naked fully understood. Poetry is the mystic holdout. Thank God!

seac

Thank-you. I really appreciated what you had to say there, and think it is extremely valid. It was also very helpful, since I have caught myself numerous times asking "will this makes sense to other people?" So it is always helpful to be reminded that it doesn't have to make sense to others. thank-you again!

Gamine

I disagree that it doesn't have to make sense to others. If you do not communicate to others, you're not communicating. I do not believe good poetry comes from talking to oneself.

Les

Les, I think you have made a good point. And no I do not think that ALL poetry, doesn't have to make sense to others. But some poetry is only significant to the writer, and therefor does not need to make sense to others. However, I find it a mistake to write all poetry that way, because some people are AMAZING within themselves, and should let the world see them for what they really are, and reveal meaning in their poetry, and not just hidden meanings. thanks for your opinion!

Gamine

Love the way this poem flows... love your use of words... This poem touched my heart.. Thanks for sharing

Kim

Idea...

As The Shadows Dance


Shadows dance,
in a trance I lay,
doubtful of everything.
Molding leaves,
bend and sway,
as I lay in a trance,
as the shadows dance,

Your lips are soft,
and welcomed,
on bony flesh.
New and fresh.
I kiss back,
welcoming your lips,
for they are soft,

Distant thunder,
screams and yells.
Distant churches,
sound the bells.
Innocent foreplay,
thought vile and wrong.
for distant thunder, screams.

Children weep,
tears sweep the ground.
Comfort lost,
among navy waves.
All around,
from tears that sweep,
and children weep.

Lashing anger,
on earth of coal.
Cold, unforgiving,
lacking to be whole.
Sunlight hits,
dreariness removed,
on earth of coal.

lol. yes, sorry, I forgot the puncuation and capitilization when I put it in here. Thank-you very much. Hugz

Gamine

Lol... no prob.

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