Dance this Dance

Dance this Dance

A Poem by Jen

Seeking love...

Searching. Wondering.

Digging with bare hands.

Falsity.

Dance this dance.

Awareness. Reality.

Deep within, you have that knowledge...

What floats in those murky water of yours are fear and rejection.

Dance this dance.

Act one.

Camouflage.

Portray oneself as to a belief of another or its surroundings.

Compatibility or manipulation?

A cocktail of both, quite possibly, or of none.

She extends her hand in acceptance...

To dance this dance.

Transpiring events.

Creation of a winding road.

Complexity.

How humans desire it so!

Admiration of control.

She dug this with her bare hands.

She is not alone.

A mere vessel in a sea of many, of hundreds, of thousands.

As so many of us chose ...

To "Dance this dance."

 

 

[This piece is for public viewing only. Therefore, it is not to be of profit to anyone but the writer, Jenny Colon, herself.]

© 2010 Jen


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my favorite line is "A mere vessel in a sea of many, of hundreds, of thousands." And yet, seeking love with a pure heart renders all deception and murkiness as mere fleeting annoyance if that.

You wrote, "A cocktail of both, quite possibly, or none." This brings to mind the illusion of distinction, separateness, and opposites. There was an infamous English alchemist who said that two equals zero, referring to the concept that many is the same as nothing. There is only one, when that one is truly found, "she extends her hand in acceptance..." is reciprocated fully and the dance is danced. "A mere vessel" becomes vast enough to contain more than the fates of many, of hundreds, of thousands. It becomes the "Urn" that inspired Keats.

I really like this poem. "She dug this with her bare hands./She is not alone." intones the intensity of your feeling and a wisdom that reaches far beyond trivial sentiment. The connotation of murky and digging to find what is of value is something that I can relate to.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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my favorite line is "A mere vessel in a sea of many, of hundreds, of thousands." And yet, seeking love with a pure heart renders all deception and murkiness as mere fleeting annoyance if that.

You wrote, "A cocktail of both, quite possibly, or none." This brings to mind the illusion of distinction, separateness, and opposites. There was an infamous English alchemist who said that two equals zero, referring to the concept that many is the same as nothing. There is only one, when that one is truly found, "she extends her hand in acceptance..." is reciprocated fully and the dance is danced. "A mere vessel" becomes vast enough to contain more than the fates of many, of hundreds, of thousands. It becomes the "Urn" that inspired Keats.

I really like this poem. "She dug this with her bare hands./She is not alone." intones the intensity of your feeling and a wisdom that reaches far beyond trivial sentiment. The connotation of murky and digging to find what is of value is something that I can relate to.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked this alot..well written
Great Job

Posted 15 Years Ago



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