Pirouettes

black circles

spinning round                                  and round

         shadows                                    flitting across eyelids

let us out

sleeping bags

thin rustles                             from the ground

  these nighttime parasites                     ‘make’                          eyelids heavy

let us out

Pirouettes

feet thudding                          without a sound

     with passion                                         glances scream

let us out

dull glaze

playful spinning                      hidden around

         cease                                   the bend of the iris

let us out…

how we long to spin around and around

& being blind, fall helplessly to the ground

but being deaf, not feel the sounds

& believe, rolling on the floor, we’re continuing around

Like a ballerina in one continuous pirouette

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A few ways it can be read and read into. Just trying to figure out how people interpret it, mostly. But all advice and review welcome :)

Reviews

[R J Askew]

What a delight it was to surrender they eye to the chase. It was like watching an idea flit around. Your charming visual treatment captures this aspect with great skill. And there is a clever switch towards the end as the way you revert to formal lines drives our imaginations to see the ideas and their shadows on the floor before us.

[Nick]

Amazing. I don't know how to describe it because it made me picture this scene in my head. There are things people read and it's just words and they may sound nice but never stir anything in the person. Then there are poems like this that invoke feeling and make the reader actually picture everything in their mind. If that makes any sense.

[JRB]

sleep dreams and the rest,, nice write

[Reaching for the clouds]

You indeed sound like a true poet! Nice. Few can maintain my interest in poetry and yet you succeeded.