a dance partner

a dance partner

A Poem by Latifa




I wish I could dance with my anger.

Can I dance with my anger?

Sway within its silhouettes,

Captured hostage

in his firm arms.

I am the center

He is the gentleman.


His silhouettes are wrapping around

my waist.

Grab me by my waist!

I want to feel your

ferocious arms and

Sway around your silhouettes,

But I want to feel those arms,

Those wild, warm arms.


Together,

We make the loops of redemption.

Motion is our reconciler,

Motion is our salvation.

 our silhouettes are the perimeter

of the enchanted world we’re creating.

 

The audience is watching

Carefully,

Eagerly, susurrating their anticipation:

"who will take the lead?"

"who will reign the dance?"

I might!

 After all, I am the center,

But he’s the gentleman.


As I dance,  my eyes fall

Upon a pale man,

Everyone has their eyes on us

Except for this man,

Sitting in a frameless posture,

Gazing hollowly at the ceiling,

With no color to give him any identity.

 "I bet his jealous"

I whisper to my partner,

He turns his head to know

Of whom I am talking about,

His blatant smirk confirm

The recognition,

"Don’t pay him any attention,

That fellow over there goes by the name

of apathy."

Thus my spirit signs her prejudice upon the man,

Soliloquizing:

“I don’t want to be involved with him”

So I sway with my anger,

Continuing elegantly

The motion of hybrid serenity.

His moves aren’t so fierce anymore.

 I surrender

to let him take the lead. 

© 2015 Latifa


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Sometimes anger is a valid and natural response and to give it a character within dance is to sway the emotions into healing, I like this Latifa, clever piece...

Posted 9 Years Ago


What a powerfully moving dance of letters and lines. Swaying in the darkness of anger's movement, of its passion and pain. Learning to flow through every emotional place of your soul. And yes, there are dances absent of joy; dances of sorrow, of rage, of anxiety... and in the dance we shake off all the darkness that tries to chain us down. Beautiful and rich, dear Latifa!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Latifa

9 Years Ago

thank you craig :)
I like the angle taken. Anger is needed sometimes though. Or we'd all be doormats.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Fine poem, with lots of poetic visuality...just one small point, I would use ....could instead of can in L1, as the conjunctive is implied.

Posted 9 Years Ago


anger is a devil...if we let it take the lead it destroys us...great write..!

Posted 9 Years Ago


As always nothing less than a great write...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sometimes we just need to be lead...nice work on this poem

Posted 9 Years Ago


A powerful poem dear poet.
“I don’t want to be involved with him”
So I sway with my anger
Continuing elegantly
The motion of hybrid serenity
His moves aren’t so fierce anymore
I surrender to let him
Take the lead. "
Anger saved m life. I joined the service and escape my dead-end. Anger is a two-sided coin. Warning and dead-end. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


you painted a lovely picture in this great write

Posted 9 Years Ago


Awesome write... I enjoyed all your descriptions :) I really like the way you start the write saying you wish for something... but can you dance with your anger as if you are questioning your own wish. Nice work :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Latifa

9 Years Ago

thank you for the review :)

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Latifa
Latifa

oran, oran, Algeria



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