- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Dance of Pain
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Click hereStaggering has become
a dance of freedom,
arms raised I abandon myself
to the hand of God
who guides me,
and I, with no thought of destination,
move within the whim of spirits.
Hymns sung from the gutter
have overtones of humility
and thus reach the ears of the beloved
as a child's whisper.
- COMMENTS
MyNecroticSnailover 17 years agoif i where you i would think about a slight rearrangement of the last two lines
and thus reach the ears of the beloved
as a child's whisper.
and reach as a child's whisper
to the ears of the beloved
I'm sure you could do it better, just a small plea for more balance.
Maria2394over 17 years agoI have seen that dance done, many times, and how do you know so much about pain.
hugs--excellent work here
maria
RisiaSkyeover 17 years agoVery nice write--open to multiple readings, yet grounded.
LeBrozover 17 years agoOh the mystical insights
Offered by the spirits;
Seeing things in blurry delight
While hugging a huge piece of the universe.
Anonymousover 17 years agoto Lit. A well crafted poem which can be interpreted on many levels, mentioned in today's new poem reviews.
