Deadly Dance

Written 1/19/15. Dancing with my past.

My soul is like a grave

I've collected so many skeletons over the years

It's starting to look like a murder scene here

I keep trying to bury them

In a garden under roses

Be careful that you don't get to close

While trying to examine the beauty

Or you might be pricked

A kiss of death comes upon them

And the flowers wilt and die

Scattered bits and pieces

Find their way out

Allowing small glimpses

Into my world

I end up intertwined in a deadly dance

With my skeletons

The dance of past and present

And I'll have this dance with you again

Until the season is ripe

I'll plant you in those flower beds when the time is right

Even if only for a night

(End)

Reviews

[sereenaoutloud]

Great and so true. We have those "skeletons" that pile up if we do not deal with them. i love the imagery again that you create, I can just see the bones pilling up lol

[GreenEyedPoet]

Haha it's a big pile, I can tell ya that lol.

[Coyote Poetry]

This is good poetry. Alive and true words.
"The dance of past and present
And I'll have this dance with you again
Until the season is ripe"
The words are true and the use of the skeletons make it easy to grasp and understand. All of us have a closet filled with skeletons. I tell people. Better to allow the things dead put away, that can't help or promote. They become just another brick in the wall (pink floyd) for us to become wiser. If we are lucky. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[GreenEyedPoet]

So true!
Thank you for the great review! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.