Dancing in the Darkness

random poem after not writing for months

I've never been one for ballroom,

although tangoing over the hot coals 

of expectations has always been a dream. 

But instead, I shy away from watchful eyes 

and let the music move me as it may,

swaying back and forth to the undertone 

of bass drums and melancholy melodies. 

Take my soul to the stars in surprising steps of fate, 

strings parading me around from one emotion

to the next like a marionette. I lie in wait, 

holding on to the moment as it dances by.

In the darkness, I am alone with thoughts 

of what the future holds: they waltz in 

and out of view, just out of sight behind shadows 

before side stepping back out the door. 

My heart sambas to the beat 

of cliche syncopation and I find rest between 

measures of mystery and mirage. The rhythm 

calls my footsteps forward into the unknown

and I am bound to each note like a breath, 

pausing before the fall into nothing. 

Like pianissimo, I fade back into memory, 

dreaming of the tango I've longed for.

Author's Note

I'm very out of practice. Suggestions? Comments? Tips for writer's block?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I enjoyed your dancing in the darkness away from prying eyes. I can imagine the freedom it brings. Losing all inhibitions and throwing yourself into the mood music. Thank you.

Chris

[CJ43223]

The reader felt like he was in the darkness witnessing the scenes as it went through. It was the loneliness and hesitation made her stop. I believe that writer's block means it's time for the writer to discover and explore. Hope that helps.