Flencirose Basera


Dodgey Dancer!


The music in myself had died.
The poems within me had faded.
The art in my vision had been rubbed.
Only blackness remained!

I was among others and not anywhere.
The movement of dance not stirred.
A halo remained where once was full.
An emptiness that went on forever!

A stranger on a mission.
You came into my life,
Only by chance of nature.
Our paths collided!

Our views totally different!
Our aims nearly the same!
As our lives intertwined!
And moved like flirting dancers!

The movement so organised!
The movement so controlled!
Not that the dancers cannot move!
But the dancers are moving at the edges!

Move closer to me!
So you can hear the music I create!
So I can hear your music too!
Yet you are so faraway but close!

You have tuned the music within myself!
The poems within me are formed!
The art in me is taking form!
Hope and fear of rejection replace blankness!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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