Monday, February 14, 2005

Gnome

I’m dancing a dance,
Absolutely tame,
No viable chance,
Always the same.
It's a shame,
It’s not exceptional!

(dark stumblings
lurch
knee aches
swearword
cant
crawl
home)

I’m dancing a dance
I taught myself.
Knew better:
Born that way
And hated it.

Either way
To hate what’s new
About you
Is natural.

Too sensitive.
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4 comments:

Russell Ragsdale said...

Sorry for another dark theme! I broke my knee a couple of years ago. I enjoyed the inverted meter of this piece.

9:48 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Glad it spoke to you. No worry about the knee, that was a long time ago! Copied Valentine card on my computer. Some pain and pleasure is real; much of the rest we just make up. I'll read this often!

10:59 AM
themadamefiles said...

Anais said:
Sigh.
Once again, you have managed to make me sigh one of those heavy sighs. The sighs that come after a zen moment. Realization. Closure. Discovery.

Thank you. ;-)

12:52 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Anais, may this path of sighs be a source of joy to you. That would attempt to balance the equation as your posts are a source of joy and inspiration to me!

5:16 AM

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