Dance

Dance

 

 

a spirited hell

the fire dances on top of our brains

a furor

finessed burns

where the waltz settles the feet

into a motion

intellect comprises fear

relegated to a certain groove

 

the turntable, turns the tables

heaven is a long way away

when the sounds of bombs

play at ear splitting volume

 

which blows away the feet

before the waltz ends

but not before the poetry

cuts in.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/12/23

Reviews

[AYVID N]

heaven is a long way away
when the sounds of bombs
play at ear splitting volume

which blows away the feet
before the waltz ends
but not before the poetry
cuts in.


These lines sum up so beautifully the damage in totality that a war does to us. We die broken and get buried with appropriate words but what of us? Its so unfair.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind and understanding review, divya,
j.

[AYVID N]

Thank you for sharing amazing poetry.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thoughts of war right now make me think Ukraine, which then makes me think of the many Americans who act as mouthpieces for Putin’s Russia and what is wrong in their brains to have thinking so skewed.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Winston,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

We gathered in the Meadow of Spring Symphonies where
there were Orchestrations among the Wildflowers...
Heaven became a place where the Devil danced
and Romance began to disappear with the setting Sun
and the sound of the Gun... Poetry well done, my friend...
Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and your reply...so poetic, as well.
Thank you for touching this one.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Never too old to become more Wise. Perhaps the World has become somewhat Mad... to recognize the Futility of War and Hate... Hope we are not too late. Pat